Psalms 119:20, 81-83, 131

I wear myself out with desire for your laws all the time.

I am weak from waiting for you to save me, but I hope in your word. My eyes are tired from looking for your promise. When will you comfort me? Even though I am like a wine bag going up in smoke, I do not forget your demands.

I am nearly out of breath. I really want to learn your commands.