78 Lord, let the proud ashamed be;for they, without a cause,With me perversely dealt: but Iwill muse upon thy laws.
79 Let such as fear thee, and have knownthy statutes, turn to me.
80 My heart let in thy laws be sound,that sham'd I never be.
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 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?