³ For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

¹⁴ Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

¹³ From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.

²⁰ But the wicked shall perish, and the enemies of the Lord shall be as the fat of lambs: they shall consume; into smoke shall they consume away.

³⁰ My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

¹⁰ For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.

⁴ My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.

⁸³ For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget thy statutes.

³ There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.

¹⁴ I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.

¹⁵ 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.