My soul for Thy salvation faints,
But still I hope in Thee;
I long to see Thy promised help,
When Thou shalt comfort me.
Thy statutes I do not forget,
Though wasting grief I know;
Thy servant's days are few, O Lord:
When wilt Thou judge my foe?
The proud, disdainful of Thy law,
Entrap me wrongfully;
O Thou, whose law is just and true,
Help and deliver me.
Almost consumed, yet from Thy law
I have not turned away;
In lovingkindness give me strength,
That I may still obey.
