My soul within me breaks, and doth much fainting still endure, Through longing that it hath all times unto thy judgments pure.
My soul breaketh for the longing That it hath unto thy judgments at all times.
My heart is breaking with the longing that it has for Your ordinances and judgments at all times.
My soul breaketh for the longing That it hath unto thine ordinances at all times.
I’m worn out by longing every minute for your rules!
Blessed are they that judgment keep, and justly do always.
My mouth I have wide opened, and panted earnestly, While after thy commandements I long'd exceedingly.
I long'd for thy salvation, Lord, and in thy law rejoice.
Lo, for thy precepts I have long'd; in thy truth quicken me.
Lord, thee my God, I'll early seek: my soul doth thirst for thee; My flesh longs in a dry parch'd land, wherein no waters be:
My thirsty soul longs veh'mently, yea faints, thy courts to see: My very heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for thee.