Yes, LORD, in the path of your judgments we wait; your name and your Law are the soul's desire.

Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O LORD, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

What can I say, so I tell myself, since he has done this to me? I will walk slowly all my years because of my soul's anguish.