Psalms 119:20, 81-83, 131

My soul breaks with longing For Your judgments at all times.

My soul faints for Your salvation, But I hope in Your word. My eyes fail from searching Your word, Saying, “When will You comfort me?” For I have become like a wineskin in smoke, Yet I do not forget Your statutes.

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