Psalm 119 v. 81-88 Caph (Maitland CM)

81 My soul for thy salvation faints;yet I thy word believe.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 parched 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,pursued without a cause.87 They so consumed 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.