^81My soul for thy salvation faints;
yet I thy word believe.
^82Mine eyes fail for thy word: I say,
When wilt thou comfort give?
^83For like a bottle I'm become,
that in the smoke is set:
I'm black, and parch'd with grief; yet I
thy statutes not forget.
^84How many are thy servant's days?
when wilt thou execute
Just judgment on these wicked men
that do me persecute?
^85The proud have digged pits for me,
which is against thy laws.
^86Thy words all faithful are: help me,
pursu'd without a cause.
^87They so consum'd me, that on earth
my life they scarce did leave:
Thy precepts yet forsook I not,
but close to them did cleave.
^88After thy loving-kindness, Lord,
me quicken, and preserve:
The testimony of thy mouth
so shall I still observe.