79They that dread thee be turned to me; and they that know thy witnessings.
80Mine heart be made unwemmed in thy justifyings; that I be not shamed.
81Caph. My soul failed into thine health; and I hoped more in thy word.
82Mine eyes failed into thy speech; saying, When shalt thou comfort me?
83For I am made as a bouget or bottle in frost; I have not forgotten thy justifyings.
84How many be the days of thy servant; when thou shalt make doom of them that pursue me?
85Wicked men told to me janglings; but not as thy law.