Psalm 119: Caph

Looking and longing for deliverance
Upon thy promise, mightlesse is my mind,
Sightlesse myne eyes, which often I advaunce
Unto thy word,
Thus praying: when, O Lord,
When will it be I shall thy comfort find?

I like a smoked bottle am become,
And yet the wine of thy commandments hold.
Ay me! when shall I see the totall summe
Of all my woes?
When wilt thou on my foes
Make wronged me thy just revenge behold?

Their pride hath digged pitts me to ensnare,
Which with thy teachings how doth it agree?
True or more truly, Truth thy precepts are:
By falshood they
Would make of me their pray:
Let truth, O Lord, from falshood rescue me.

Nigh quite consum'd by them on earth I lye,
Yet from thy statutes never did I swerve.
Lord, of thy goodnes quicken me, and I
Will still pursue
Thy testimonies true,
And all the biddings of thy lipps observe.