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?