Psalms 143:6
My hands are stretched out to you: my soul is turned to you, like a land in need of water. (Selah.)
My hands are stretched out to you: my soul is turned to you, like a land in need of water. (Selah.)
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1 <A Psalm. Of David. When he was in the waste land of Judah.> O God, you are my God; early will I make my search for you: my soul is dry for need of you, my flesh is wasted with desire for you, as a dry and burning land where no water is;
1 <To the chief music-maker. Maschil. Of the sons of Korah.> Like the desire of the roe for the water-streams, so is my soul's desire for you, O God.
2 My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of God?
7 Be quick in answering me, O Lord, for the strength of my spirit is gone: let me see your face, so that I may not be like those who go down into the underworld.
8 Let the story of your mercy come to me in the morning, for my hope is in you: give me knowledge of the way in which I am to go; for my soul is lifted up to you.
2 The passion of my soul's desire is for the house of the Lord; my heart and my flesh are crying out for the living God.
4 For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
5 I keep in mind the early days of the past, giving thought to all your acts, even to the work of your hands.
3 I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
8 My soul keeps ever near you: your right hand is my support.
2 In the day of my trouble, my heart was turned to the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night without resting; my soul would not be comforted.
1 <A Psalm. Of David.> Lord, I have made my cry to you; come to me quickly; give ear to my voice, when it goes up to you.
2 Let my prayer be ordered before you like a sweet smell; and let the lifting up of my hands be like the evening offering.
14 I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
15 My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
25 <DALETH> My soul is joined to the dust: O give me life, in keeping with your word.
9 My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.
131 My mouth was open wide, waiting with great desire for your teachings.
2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
2 Give ear to the voice of my prayer, when I am crying to you, when my hands are lifted up to your holy place.
20 My soul is broken with desire for your decisions at all times.
9 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
7 I went down to the bases of the mountains; as for the earth, her walls were about me for ever: but you have taken up my life from the underworld, O Lord my God.
4 Then I made my prayer to the Lord, saying, O Lord, take my soul out of trouble.
4 My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
1 <To the chief music-maker. On a corded instrument. Of David.> Let my cry come to you, O God; let your ears be open to my prayer.
2 From the end of the earth will I send up my cry to you, when my heart is overcome: take me to the rock which is over-high for me.
6 My cry has gone up to you, for you will give me an answer, O God: let your ear be turned to me, and give attention to my words.
9 Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
16 Be turned to me, and have mercy on me; for I am troubled and have no helper.
28 My soul is wasted with sorrow; give me strength again in keeping with your word
8 But my eyes are turned to you, O Lord God: my hope is in you; let not my soul be given up to death.
8 When you said, Make search for my face, my heart said to you, For your face will I make my search.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
6 I have said to the Lord, You are my God: give ear, O Lord, to the voice of my prayer.
11 Give me life, O Lord, because of your name; in your righteousness take my soul out of trouble.
5 My soul will be comforted, as with good food; and my mouth will give you praise with songs of joy;
9 In the night the desire of my soul has been for you; early will my spirit be searching for you; for when your punishments come on the earth, the people of the world will get the knowledge of righteousness.
6 My soul is crushed down in me, so I will keep you in mind; from the land of Jordan and of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
6 My soul is watching for the Lord more than those who are watching for the morning; yes, more than the watchers for the morning.
5 Their souls became feeble for need of food and drink.
6 The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.
4 Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.
5 I have made my cry to you, O Lord; I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage in the land of the living.
1 <A Song of the going up.> Out of the deep have I sent up my cry to you, O Lord.
15 Let your eyes be looking down from heaven, from your holy and beautiful house: where is your deep feeling, the working of your power? do not keep back the moving of your pity and your mercies:
1 <Of David.> To you, O Lord, my soul is lifted up.