Psalm 119:83

Though I have been like a wine-skin in the smoke, thy statutes, have I not forgotten.

My skin, turned black, and peeled off me, and, my bones, burned with heat:

The meshes of the lawless, have surrounded me, Thy law, have I not forgotten.

Dried as a potsherd, is my strength, And, my tongue, is made to cleave to my gums, And, in the dust of death, wilt thou lay me.

For, consumed in smoke, are my days, And, my bones, like a burning mass, are scorched through;

In thy statutes, will I find my dear delight, I will not forget thy word.

I have strayed like a wandering sheep, O seek thy servant, For, thy commandments, have I not forgotten.

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For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget thy statutes.

Dried as a potsherd, is my strength, And, my tongue, is made to cleave to my gums, And, in the dust of death, wilt thou lay me.

For, consumed in smoke, are my days, And, my bones, like a burning mass, are scorched through;

My skin, turned black, and peeled off me, and, my bones, burned with heat:

In thy statutes, will I find my dear delight, I will not forget thy word.