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Hymn · Psalm 119

Psalm 119:81-88 (Kaf)

KINGSFOLD · 8.6.8.6.D · words from the Scottish Psalter, 1650; rev. #doreancon, 2026 · music English traditional

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Psalm 119:81-88 (Kaf) scarce ex hope they thou my e shall thy when life wilt word my leave: cute be. did so man soul con y for 3. They 2. How 1. My ser that va faints; on vant's tion sumed are thy earth days? me, thy sal to me thou them in com but that When close keep wilt me? did pur fort cleave. suit? pre judg eyes cepts ment fail Thy Just Mine I ed I sook wick word: men not, say, on for yet for these thy pre thy is and gainst smoke quick is in en, a the serve: laws. set: have a thy ter proud like dug lov bot Af The For ness, for be me which that Lord, me, come, ing deep tle pits kind I'm with utes I will out not thy from pur mouth, me, I which sued stat not a for swerve. cause. get. ti all and faith parched tes I'm words black, The Thy of are: mon grief; thy help yet y ful with Scottish Psalter, 1650; rev. #doreancon, 2026 KINGSFOLD 8.6.8.6.D English traditional

1.My soul for thy salvation faints;
thy word my hope shall be.
Mine eyes fail for thy word: I say,
When wilt thou comfort me?
For like a bottle I'm become,
that in the smoke is set:
I'm black, and parched with grief; yet I
thy statutes not forget.

2.How many are thy servant's days?
when wilt thou execute
Just judgment on these wicked men
that keep me in pursuit?
The proud have dug deep pits for me,
which is against thy laws.
Thy words all faithful are: help me,
pursued without a cause.

3.They so consumed me, that on earth
my life they scarce did leave:
Thy precepts yet forsook I not,
but close to them did cleave.
After thy loving-kindness, Lord,
me quicken, and preserve:
The testimony of thy mouth,
from which I will not swerve.

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