118All who swerve from your statutes you spurn: their cunning is in vain.
119All the wicked of earth you count as dross, therefore I love your charges.
120My flesh, for fear of you, shudders, and I stand in awe of your judgements.
121Justice and right have I practised, do not leave me to my oppressors.
122Be your servant's surety for good, let not the proud oppress me.
123My eyes pine for your salvation, and for your righteous promise.