Psalms 119:20, 81-83, 131

My soul breaketh for the longing That it hath unto thine ordinances at all times.

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

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