_Defecit anima mea_.
My soul hath longed for thy salvation: and I have a good hope
because of thy word.
82 Mine eyes long sore for thy word: saying, O when wilt thou
comfort me?
83 For I am become like a bottle in the smoke: yet do I not forget
thy statutes.
84 How many are the days of thy servant: when wilt thou be avenged
of them that persecute me?