81 My soul fainteth for thy salvation: but I hope in thy word.
82 Mine eyes fail for thy word, saying, When wilt thou comfort
83 For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not
forget thy statutes.
84 How many are the days of thy servant? when wilt thou execute
judgment on them that persecute me?
85 The proud have digged pits for me, which are not after thy
86 All thy commandments are faithful: they persecute me wrongfully;
help thou me.
87 They had almost consumed me upon earth; but I forsook not
88 Quicken me after thy lovingkindness; so shall I keep the
testimony of thy mouth.