like a bottle in the smoke
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth 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 an hearth.
My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
yet do I
I will delight myself in thy statutes: I will not forget thy word.
The bands of the wicked have robbed me: but I have not forgotten thy law.
I have gone astray like a lost sheep; seek thy servant; for I do not forget thy commandments.