81 CAPH. My soul fainteth for thy salvation; I hope in thy word.
82 Mine eyes fail for thy ùword, saying, When wilt thou comfort me?
83 For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; I do not forget thy statutes.
84 How many shall be the days of thy servant? when wilt thou execute judgment on them that persecute me?
85 The proud have digged pits for me, which is not according to thy law.
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