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Hymn · Psalm 119

Psalm 119:81-88 (Kaf)

LLANGLOFFAN · 7.6.7.6.D · words from the Scottish Psalter, 1650; rev. #doreancon, 2026 · music Welsh traditional

Psalm 119:81-88 (Kaf) they thou my scarce ex hope my when thy earth days? wilt faints; life word leave: cute be. did e shall so man soul con for They 2. How 1. My 3. y that ser va on vant's tion thy sal sumed are thy me, them in com to me thou not, men say, close keep wilt but that When cleave. suit? me? did pur fort pre judg eyes cepts ment fail Thy Just Mine sook wick word: I ed I yet on for for thy these the en, a pre thy is and gainst smoke quick is in me which that serve: laws. set: a ter proud like lov dug bot thy have Af The For ness, for be Lord, me, come, ing deep tle kind pits I'm with I utes will out not from pur thy mouth, me, I which sued stat swerve. cause. get. not a for tes words black, ti all and The Thy I'm of are: grief; thy help yet y ful with parched faith mon Scottish Psalter, 1650; rev. #doreancon, 2026 LLANGLOFFAN 7.6.7.6.D Welsh traditional
Psalm 119:81-88 (Kaf) they thou my scarce ex hope my when thy earth days? wilt faints; life word leave: cute be. did e shall so man soul con for They 2. How 1. My 3. y that ser va on vant's tion thy sal sumed are thy me, them in com to me thou not, men say, close keep wilt but that When cleave. suit? me? did pur fort pre judg eyes cepts ment fail Thy Just Mine sook wick word: I ed I yet on for for thy these the en, a pre thy is and gainst smoke quick is in me which that serve: laws. set: a ter proud like lov dug bot thy have Af The For ness, for be Lord, me, come, ing deep tle kind pits I'm with I utes will out not from pur thy mouth, me, I which sued stat swerve. cause. get. not a for tes words black, ti all and The Thy I'm of are: grief; thy help yet y ful with parched faith mon Scottish Psalter, 1650; rev. #doreancon, 2026 LLANGLOFFAN 7.6.7.6.D Welsh 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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