82. Mine eyes fail for thy word: I say,When wilt thou comfort give?
83. For like a bottle I'm become,that in the smoke is set:I'm black, and parch'd with grief; yet Ithy statutes not forget.
84. How many are thy servant's days?when wilt thou executeJust judgment on these wicked menthat do me persecute?
85. The proud have digged pits for me,which is against thy laws.
86. Thy words all faithful are: help me,pursu'd without a cause.
87. They so consum'd me, that on earthmy life they scarce did leave:Thy precepts yet forsook I not,but close to them did cleave.
88. After thy loving-kindness, Lord,me quicken, and preserve:The testimony of thy mouthso shall I still observe.
89. Thy word for ever is, O Lord,in heaven settled fast;
90. Unto all generationsthy faithfulness doth last:The earth thou hast established,and it abides by thee.
91. This day they stand as thou ordain'dst;for all thy servants be.