Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
Like a bottle in the smoke
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaves to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as in a hearth.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
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I will delight myself in thy statutes; I will not forget thy words.