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[verse 81] My soule failide in to thin helthe ȝiuere; and in to thi woord I ouerhopede. [verse 82] Myn eȝen faileden in to thin speche; seiende, Whanne shalt thou coumforte me? [verse 83] For I am maad as a botel in hor frost; thi iustefiyngus I haue not forȝete. [verse 84] Hou fele ben the daȝis of thi seruaunt; whanne shalt thou do of the pursuende me dom? [verse 85] Wicke men tolden to me tal|ingus; but not as thi lawe. [verse 86] Alle thin maundemens treuthe; wicke men pursu|eden me, help thou me. [verse 87] A litel lasse thei wasteden me in the erthe; I forsothe forsoc not thin hestis. [verse 88] After thi mercy quikene thou me; and I shal kepe the witnessingis of thi mouth.