My strength is dried up like a potsherd, And My tongue clings to My jaws; You have brought Me to the dust of death.

For my days are consumed like smoke, And my bones are burned like a hearth.

My heart is stricken and withered like grass, So that I forget to eat my bread.

My skin grows black and falls from me; My bones burn with fever.

I will delight myself in Your statutes; I will not forget Your word.

The cords of the wicked have bound me, [But] I have not forgotten Your law.

I have gone astray like a lost sheep; Seek Your servant, For I do not forget Your commandments.