My soul faints1 with longing for your salvation,2 but I have put my hope3 in your word.
My eyes fail,4 looking for your promise;5 I say, "When will you comfort me?"
Though I am like a wineskin in the smoke, I do not forget6 your decrees.
How long7 must your servant wait? When will you punish my persecutors?885
The arrogant9 dig pitfalls10 for me, contrary to your law.
All your commands are trustworthy;11 help me,12 for men persecute me13 without cause.1487
They almost wiped me from the earth, but I have not forsaken15 your precepts.
Preserve my life16 according to your love,17 and I will obey the statutes18 of your mouth.