Psalm 119:81-88 (Kaf)

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.