Psalms 119:81-88

81My soul faints with longing for Your salvation, but I still hope in Your word.

82My eyes are worn out longing for Your promise, saying, “When will You comfort me?”

83Though I became like a wineskin dried in smoke, I do not forget Your decrees.

84How many are the days of Your servant? When will You execute judgment on my persecutors?

85The proud have dug pits for me— that is not in accord with Your Torah!

86All Your mitzvot are faithful. They persecute me with a lie—help me!

87They almost finished me off on earth. But I—I will not forsake Your precepts.

88Revive me with Your lovingkindness, so I may keep Your mouth’s testimony.