⁸¹ My soul faints^(A) with longing for your salvation,^(B)
    but I have put my hope^(C) in your word.
⁸² My eyes fail,^(D) looking for your promise;^(E)
    I say, “When will you comfort me?”
⁸³ Though I am like a wineskin in the smoke,
    I do not forget^(F) your decrees.

² He lifted me out of the slimy pit,^(A)
    out of the mud^(B) and mire;^(C)
he set my feet^(D) on a rock^(E)
    and gave me a firm place to stand.
³ He put a new song^(F) in my mouth,
    a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear the Lord^(G)
    and put their trust^(H) in him.

³ I am worn out calling for help;^(A)
    my throat is parched.
My eyes fail,^(B)
    looking for my God.