⁸¹ My soul languishes and grows faint for Your salvation, but I hope in Your word.

⁸² My eyes fail, watching for [the fulfillment of] Your promise. I say, When will You comfort me?

⁸³ For I have become like a bottle [a wineskin blackened and shriveled] in the smoke [in which it hangs], yet do I not forget Your statutes.