81 My soul faints with longing for your salvation,    but I have put my hope in your word.82 My eyes fail, looking for your promise;    I say, “When will you comfort me?”83 Though I am like a wineskin in the smoke,    I do not forget your decrees.84 How long must your servant wait?    When will you punish my persecutors?85 The arrogant dig pits to trap me,    contrary to your law.86 All your commands…