Psalm 119:20, 81-83, 131

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

My soul longs for your salvation; I hope in your word. My eyes long for your promise; I ask, “When will you comfort me?” For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke, yet I have not forgotten your statutes.

I open my mouth and pant, because I long for your commandments.