Psalms 119:20, 81-83, 131

My soul is consumed with longing for your laws at all times.

My soul faints with longing for your salvation, but I have put my hope in your word. My eyes fail, looking for your promise; I say, “When will you comfort me?” Though I am like a wineskin in the smoke, I do not forget your decrees.

I open my mouth and pant, longing for your commands.