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.

My life is disappearing like smoke; my body is burning like fire.

I am beaten down like dry grass; I have lost my desire for food.

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

I take pleasure in your laws; your commands I will not forget.

The wicked have laid a trap for me, but I do not forget your law.

I wander about like a lost sheep; so come and look for me, your servant, because I have not neglected your laws.