³ For my days disappear like smoke,
    and my bones burn like red-hot coals.

¹³ “He has sent fire from heaven that burns in my bones.
    He has placed a trap in my path and turned me back.
He has left me devastated,
    racked with sickness all day long.

²⁰ But the wicked will die.
    The Lord’s enemies are like flowers in a field—
    they will disappear like smoke.

³⁰ My skin has turned dark,
    and my bones burn with fever.

¹⁰ I am dying from grief;
    my years are shortened by sadness.
Sin has drained my strength;
    I am wasting away from within.

⁴ He has made my skin and flesh grow old.
    He has broken my bones.

³ Because of your anger, my whole body is sick;
    my health is broken because of my sins.

¹⁴ My life is poured out like water,
    and all my bones are out of joint.
My heart is like wax,
    melting within me.
¹⁵ My strength has dried up like sunbaked clay.
    My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
    You have laid me in the dust and left me for dead.