For I have been as a bottle in smoke, Thy statutes I have not forgotten.
My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
In Thy statutes I delight myself, I do not forget Thy word.
I wandered as a lost sheep, seek Thy servant, For Thy precepts I have not forgotten!
Cords of the wicked have surrounded me, Thy law I have not forgotten.
Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.