77 Let Your tender mercies reach me, Let me live, for Your Torah is my delight.
78 May the proud be put to shame for wronging me with a lie, but I will meditate on Your precepts.
79 Let those in awe of You return to me— those who know Your testimonies.
80 My heart will have integrity in following Your decrees, so that I would not be ashamed.
81 My soul faints with longing for Your salvation, but I still hope in Your word.
82 My eyes are worn out longing for Your promise, saying, “When will You comfort me?”
83 Though I became like a wineskin dried in smoke, I do not forget Your decrees.