³ My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.

¹⁴ When you are not certain what will take place tomorrow. What is your life? It is a mist, which is seen for a little time and then is gone.

³⁰ My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.

²⁰ But the wrongdoers will come to destruction, and the haters of the Lord will be like the fat of lambs, they will be burned up; they will go up in smoke, and never again be seen.

¹³ From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.

¹⁰ My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.

¹⁴ I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.

¹⁵ My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.

³ My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.

⁸³ For I have become like a wine-skin black with smoke; but I still keep the memory of your rules.

⁴ My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.