faint yet I put all my hope in your word.
82 Dim are mine eyes for your word, while I'm saying,
"When will you give me your comfort deferred?"
83 I'm like a wineskin in smoke that is withered,
yet I your statutes will never forget.
84 What are the days to your servant remaining?
When will you judge those who me have beset?
85 Proud men have digged hidden pits to ensnare me,
men who are not with your law in accord.
86 All your commandments are faithfulness ever;
wrongly they persecute; help now afford.
87 Here on the earth they had almost consumed me;
yet from your precepts I never will swerve.
88 Quicken me after your great loving-kindness;
I'll your declared testimonies observe.
Tune: Morning Star (11.10.11.10)
