May your unfailing love1 be my comfort, according to your promise2 to your servant.
Let your compassion3 come to me that I may live, for your law is my delight.478
May the arrogant5 be put to shame for wronging me without cause;6 but I will meditate on your precepts.
May those who fear you turn to me, those who understand your statutes.780
May my heart be blameless8 toward your decrees,9 that I may not be put to shame.10
My soul faints11 with longing for your salvation,12 but I have put my hope13 in your word.
My eyes fail,14 looking for your promise;15 I say, "When will you comfort me?"
Though I am like a wineskin in the smoke, I do not forget16 your decrees.
How long17 must your servant wait? When will you punish my persecutors?1885
The arrogant19 dig pitfalls20 for me, contrary to your law.
All your commands are trustworthy;21 help me,22 for men persecute me23 without cause.24