Psalm 73:26

Whom I myself shall behold, And whom my eyes will see and not another. My heart faints within me!

Yahweh is the portion of my inheritance and my cup; You support my lot.

I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint; My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.

For evils beyond number have surrounded me; My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to see; They are more numerous than the hairs of my head, And my heart has failed me.

I cried out to You, O Yahweh; I said, “You are my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.

Answer me quickly, O Yahweh, my spirit wastes away; Do not hide Your face from me, Or I will become like those who go down to the pit.

The portion of Jacob is not like these; For the Maker of all is He, And Israel is the tribe of His inheritance; Yahweh of hosts is His name.

The portion of Jacob is not like these; For the Maker of all is He, And of the tribe of His inheritance; Yahweh of hosts is His name.

“Yahweh is my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I wait for Him.”