Psalms 143:6
I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah.
I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah.
I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.
I stretch forth my hands to You; my soul thirsts for You like a thirsty land. Selah.
I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.
I stretch forth my hondes vnto the, my soule crieth vnto the out of the thyrstie londe.
I stretch forth mine hands vnto thee: my soule desireth after thee, as the thirstie land. Selah.
I stretche foorth myne handes vnto thee: my soule as a thirstie lande gaspeth vnto thee. Selah.
I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul [thirsteth] after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.
I spread forth my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah.
I have spread forth my hands unto Thee, My soul `is' as a weary land for Thee. Selah.
I spread forth my hands unto thee: My soul `thirsteth' after thee, as a weary land. Selah
I spread forth my hands unto thee: My soul [thirsteth] after thee, as a weary land. {{Selah
My hands are stretched out to you: my soul is turned to you, like a land in need of water. (Selah.)
I spread forth my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah.
I spread my hands out to you in prayer; my soul thirsts for you in a parched land.(Selah)
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1A psalm of David, written when he was in the wilderness of Judah.
1For the director of music, a contemplative psalm of the sons of Korah.
2As a deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.
7Answer me quickly, Lord, for my spirit is fading. Do not hide your face from me, or I will be like those who go down to the pit.
8Let me hear of your lovingkindness in the morning, for I trust in you. Teach me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.
2How lovely are Your dwelling places, O LORD of hosts!
4For day and night your hand was heavy on me; my strength was drained as in the heat of summer. Selah.
4My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
5I remember the days of old; I meditate on all you have done; I consider the work of your hands.
3I am sinking in deep mire where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, and the current has overwhelmed me.
8For you have been my help, and in the shadow of your wings I will sing for joy.
2My voice cries out to God, and I will call aloud; my voice reaches God, and He listens to me.
1A psalm of David. LORD, I call to You; hurry to me. Hear my voice when I cry out to You.
2May my prayer be set before You like incense, and the lifting of my hands like the evening offering.
14They open their mouths against me, like a lion ripping and roaring.
15I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts within me.
25My soul clings to the dust; give me life according to Your word.
9You have taken my closest friends from me; you have made me a horror to them. I am confined and cannot escape.
131I open my mouth wide and pant, longing for Your commandments.
2LORD, do not rebuke me in Your anger, nor discipline me in Your wrath.
3Be gracious to me, LORD, for I am weak; heal me, LORD, for my bones are shaking with fear.
2Hear the voice of my supplications when I cry out to you, when I lift up my hands toward your holy sanctuary.
20My soul is crushed with longing for Your judgments at all times.
9You have not handed me over to the enemy, but you have set my feet in a spacious place.
7To the roots of the mountains, I descended. The earth beneath barred me in forever, but You brought my life up from the pit, LORD my God.
4Then I called on the name of the Lord: 'O Lord, please save my life!'
4For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones are burned like a hearth.
5My heart is afflicted and withered like grass, for I forget to eat my food.
1For the chief musician, with stringed instruments. A Psalm of David.
2Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer.
6I call on you, God, for you will answer me. Turn your ear to me and hear my words.
9I am feeble and crushed; I groan because of the anguish of my heart.
16Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted.
28My soul melts with sorrow; strengthen me according to Your word.
8But my eyes are fixed on You, LORD, my Lord. In You I take refuge; do not leave my soul defenseless.
8My heart says about You, 'Seek His face.' Lord, I will seek Your face.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of me.
6The arrogant have hidden traps for me; they have spread out cords as a net and set snares for me along my path. Selah.
11For the sake of your name, Lord, preserve my life. In your righteousness, bring me out of trouble.
5So I will bless you as long as I live; in your name, I will lift up my hands.
9My soul yearns for You in the night; my spirit within me earnestly seeks You. For when Your judgments come upon the earth, the inhabitants of the world learn righteousness.
6Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why are you so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.
6My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning.
5Hungry and thirsty, their souls grew faint within them.
6For in death, no one remembers You; in the grave, who can give You thanks?
4When my spirit grows faint within me, You know my path. In the way where I walk, they have hidden a trap for me.
5Look to the right and see—no one recognizes me; there is no refuge for me; no one cares for my soul.
1A song of ascents. From the depths I call to You, LORD.
15Look down from heaven and see, from your holy and glorious dwelling. Where are your zeal and your might? Your tenderness and compassion are withheld from us.
1To you, O LORD, I lift up my soul.