Psalms 119:77-84

⁷⁷Let thy tender mercies come vnto me, that I may liue: for thy Lawe is my delite.

⁷⁸Let the proude be ashamed: for they haue dealt wickedly and falsely with me: but I meditate in thy precepts.

⁷⁹Let such as feare thee turne vnto me, and they that knowe thy testimonies.

⁸⁰Let mine heart bee vpright in thy statutes, that I be not ashamed.

⁸¹CAPH. My soule fainteth for thy saluation: yet I waite for thy worde.

⁸²Mine eyes faile for thy promise, saying, when wilt thou comfort me?

⁸³For I am like a bottell in the smoke: yet doe I not forget thy statutes.

⁸⁴Howe many are the dayes of thy seruant? When wilt thou execute iudgement on them that persecute me?