81My soul faints for your salvation. I hope in your word. 82My eyes fail for your word. I say, “When will you comfort me?”
83For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke. I don’t forget your statutes.
After · Psalm 119:84–85
84How many are the days of your servant? When will you execute judgment on those who persecute me? 85The proud have dug pits for me, contrary to your law.