⁸¹ My soul fainteth for thy salvation: but I hope in thy word.

² My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.

¹⁵ I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot.

¹⁶ So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth.

¹¹⁴ Thou art my hiding place and my shield: I hope in thy word.

⁴⁰ Behold, I have longed after thy precepts: quicken me in thy righteousness.