Psalm 119:81-88 Saturday Midday 2
My soul longs for your salvation; * for your word I wait.
My eyes grow bleary watching for your word; * “When will it comfort me?”
For I have become like one weeping from smoke, * yet I have not forgotten your statutes.
How many are the days of your servant? * When will you do judgment on my persecutors?
The proud have dug pits for me, * having no mind for your law.
All your commandments are truth, * but by falsehood they persecute me; help me!
They almost wiped me off the earth, * but I did not abandon your precepts.
In your kindness preserve my life, * that I may keep to the terms you declare.