Psalm 119:20, 81-83, 131

My soul breaketh for the longing That it hath unto thy judgments at all times.

My soul fainteth for thy salvation: But I hope in thy word. Mine eyes fail for thy word, Saying, When wilt thou comfort me? For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; Yet do I not forget thy statutes.

I opened my mouth, and panted: For I longed for thy commandments.