Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
Like a bottle in the smoke
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws, and thou have brought me into the dust of death.
For my days consume away like smoke, and my bones are burned as a firebrand.
My skin is black, [and falls] from me. And my bones are burned with heat.
Yet do i
I will delight myself in thy statutes. I will not forget thy word.