Psalms 119:80

Let your tender mercies come to me, that I may live;

for your law is my delight.

Let the proud be disappointed, for they have overthrown me wrongfully.

I will meditate on your precepts.

Let those who fear you turn to me.

They will know your statutes.

My soul faints for your salvation.

I hope in your word.

My eyes fail for your word.

I say, “When will you comfort me?”

For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke.

I don’t forget your statutes.