81 My soul for your salvation yearns;
my hope is set upon your word.
82 I long to see your promised help;
when will you comfort me, O LORD?
83 Your statutes I do not forget,
though I’m a wineskin in the smoke.
84 How long, O LORD, must I endure?
When will your judgment be provoked?
85 The proud hide pitfalls in my way;
their mind is fixed against your laws.
86 All your commands fore’er endure.
Help me! They hound me without cause.
87 They almost wiped me off the earth,
yet your precepts are still my way.
88 Preserve my life in your great love;
that I your statutes may obey.
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Oremus 