Psalm 119:81-83

The Voice

⁸¹ My soul is exhausted awaiting Your rescue
    yet I keep hoping in Your word.
⁸² My eyes are strained as I look for what You promised,
    saying, “When will You come to comfort me?”
⁸³ Even though I have shriveled up like a wineskin left in the smoke,
    I still remember what You require.