For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; [yet] do I not forget thy statutes.
Ver. 83. For I am become like a bottle in the smoke] Shrivelled, wrinkled, withered, dried up. My body by long suffering is but a bag of bones, and that black and sooty; confer Psalms 32:3; Psalms 102:3. My soul in danger of being bereft of all spiritual moisture.
Yet do I not forget thy statutes] Nay, I do the rather remember them, and fetch relief from them.