Though I became like a wineskin dried in smoke, I do not forget Your decrees.
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.
My skin has turned black on me; my bones burn with heat.
I will delight in Your decrees. I will never forget Your word.
I have strayed like a lost sheep— seek Your servant. For I did not forget Your mitzvot.
The ropes of the wicked are coiled around me, but I did not forget Your Torah.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax— melting within my innards.