³ For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.

¹⁴ who do not know the thing of the morrow; for what is your life? for it is a vapour that is appearing for a little, and then is vanishing;

³⁰ My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,

²⁰ But the wicked perish, and the enemies of Jehovah, As the preciousness of lambs, Have been consumed, In smoke they have been consumed.

¹³ From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.

¹⁰ For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.

¹⁴ As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.

¹⁵ Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

³ Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.

⁸³ For I have been as a bottle in smoke, Thy statutes I have not forgotten.

⁴ He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.