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Psalm 119 - 11 (Caph)
CHESHIRE | Common Meter (8,6,8,6)
1650 Scottish Psalter
Melody from Este's Psalter, 1592 (rhythm slightly altered)
81 My soul for thy salvation faints; yet I thy word believe. 82 Mine eyes fail for thy word: I say, When wilt thou comfort give? 83 For like a bottle I'm become, that in the smoke is set: I'm black, and parched with grief; yet I thy statutes not forget. 84 How many are thy servant's days? when wilt thou execute Just judgment on these wicked men that do me persecute? 85 The proud have diggèd pits for me, which is against thy laws. 86 Thy words all faithful are: help me, pursued without a cause. 87 They so consumed me, that on earth my life they scarce did leave: Thy precepts yet forsook I not, but close to them did cleave. 88 After thy loving-kindness, Lord, me quicken, and preserve: The testimony of thy mouth so shall I still observe.