Your hands have made me and fashioned me; *

O give me understanding, that I may learn your commandments.

Those who fear you will be glad when they see me, *

because I have put my trust in your word.

I know, O Lord, that your judgments are right, *

and that in your faithfulness you have caused me to be afflicted.

O let your merciful kindness be my comfort, *

according to your word to your servant.

O let your loving mercies come to me, that I may live, *

for your law is my delight.

Let the proud be put to shame, for they go about wickedly to destroy me; *

but I will meditate on your commandments.

Let those who fear you turn to me, *

even those who know your testimonies.

O let my heart be sound in your statutes, *

that I may never be put to shame.

My soul has longed for your salvation, *

and I have a good hope because of your word.

My eyes long sorely for your word, *

saying, “O when will you comfort me?”

For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke, *

yet I do not forget your statutes.

How many are the days of your servant? *

When will you execute judgment on those who persecute me?

The proud have dug pits for me; *

they do not walk after your law.

All your commandments are true. *

They persecute me falsely: O Lord be my help.

They had almost made an end of me on earth, *

but I have not forsaken your commandments.

O revive me with your loving-kindness, *

and so shall I keep the testimonies of your mouth.