But the wicked will die; the enemies of the LORD will vanish like wild flowers; they will disappear like smoke.

I am as useless as a discarded wineskin; yet I have not forgotten your commands.

You don't even know what your life tomorrow will be! You are like a puff of smoke, which appears for a moment and then disappears.

My strength is gone, gone like water spilled on the ground. All my bones are out of joint; my heart is like melted wax.

My throat is as dry as dust, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have left me for dead in the dust.

I am exhausted by sorrow, and weeping has shortened my life. I am weak from all my troubles; even my bones are wasting away.

Because of your anger, I am in great pain; my whole body is diseased because of my sins.

My skin has turned dark; I am burning with fever.

"He sent fire from above, a fire that burned inside me. He set a trap for me and brought me to the ground. Then he abandoned me and left me in constant pain.

He has left my flesh open and raw, and has broken my bones.