Psa 119:83
For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; {yet} do I not forget thy statutes.
King James Version
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My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
I have gone astray like a lost sheep; seek thy servant; for I do not forget thy commandments.
I will delight myself in thy statutes: I will not forget thy word.
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth. {like...: or, (as some read) into smoke}
The bands of the wicked have robbed me: {but} I have not forgotten thy law. {bands: or, companies}
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.
And no man putteth new wine into old bottles; else the new wine will burst the bottles, and be spilled, and the bottles shall perish.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
And no man putteth new wine into old bottles: else the new wine doth burst the bottles, and the wine is spilled, and the bottles will be marred: but new wine must be put into new bottles. {bottles: or, sacks of skin}
I will delight myself in thy statutes: I will not forget thy word.
I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel. {a broken...: Heb. a vessel that perisheth}
Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine. {terrible: or, terrors, or, storms}
Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick. {blacker...: Heb. darker than blackness}
They did work wilily, and went and made as if they had been ambassadors, and took old sacks upon their asses, and wine bottles, old, and rent, and bound up;
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth. {like...: or, (as some read) into smoke}
My soul {is} continually in my hand: yet do I not forget thy law.
Before their face the people shall be much pained: all faces shall gather blackness. {blackness: Heb. pot}
And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as unto children, My son, despise not thou the chastening of the Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him:
Neither do men put new wine into old bottles: else the bottles break, and the wine runneth out, and the bottles perish: but they put new wine into new bottles, and both are preserved. {bottles: or, sacks of skin, or, leather}