For like a bottle I'm become, that in the smoke is set: I'm black, and parch'd with grief; yet I thy statutes not forget.
For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; Yet do I not forget thy statutes.
For I have become like a bottle [a wineskin blackened and shriveled] in the smoke [in which it hangs], yet do I not forget Your statutes.
For I am become like a wine-skin in the smoke; Yet do I not forget thy statutes.
because I’ve become like a bottle dried up by smoke, though I haven’t forgotten your statutes.
Upon thy statutes my delight shall constantly be set: And, by thy grace, I never will thy holy word forget.
I, like a lost sheep, went astray; thy servant seek, and find: For thy commands I suffer'd not to slip out of my mind.
Bands of ill men me robb'd; yet I thy precepts did not slight.
My strength is like a potsherd dry'd; my tongue it cleaveth fast Unto my jaws; and to the dust of death thou brought me hast.