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.
2My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of God?
7Be 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.
8Let 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.
2The 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.
4For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
5I keep in mind the early days of the past, giving thought to all your acts, even to the work of your hands.
3I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
8My soul keeps ever near you: your right hand is my support.
2In 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.
2Let my prayer be ordered before you like a sweet smell; and let the lifting up of my hands be like the evening offering.
14I 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.
15My 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.
9My 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.
131My mouth was open wide, waiting with great desire for your teachings.
2Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.
3My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
2Give ear to the voice of my prayer, when I am crying to you, when my hands are lifted up to your holy place.
20My soul is broken with desire for your decisions at all times.
9Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
7I 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.
4Then I made my prayer to the Lord, saying, O Lord, take my soul out of trouble.
4My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5Because 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.
2From 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.
6My 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.
9Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
16Be turned to me, and have mercy on me; for I am troubled and have no helper.
28My soul is wasted with sorrow; give me strength again in keeping with your word
8But my eyes are turned to you, O Lord God: my hope is in you; let not my soul be given up to death.
8When you said, Make search for my face, my heart said to you, For your face will I make my search.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
6I have said to the Lord, You are my God: give ear, O Lord, to the voice of my prayer.
11Give me life, O Lord, because of your name; in your righteousness take my soul out of trouble.
5My soul will be comforted, as with good food; and my mouth will give you praise with songs of joy;
9In 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.
6My 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.
6My soul is watching for the Lord more than those who are watching for the morning; yes, more than the watchers for the morning.
5Their souls became feeble for need of food and drink.
6The 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.
4Looking 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.
5I 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.
15Let 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.