Psalms 143:6
I stretch forth mine hands vnto thee: my soule desireth after thee, as the thirstie land. Selah.
I stretch forth mine hands vnto thee: my soule desireth after thee, as the thirstie land. Selah.
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1A Psalme of Dauid. When he was in the wildernesse of Iudah. O God, thou art my God, earely will I seeke thee: my soule thirsteth for thee: my flesh longeth greatly after thee in a barren and drye land without water.
1To him that excelleth. A Psalme to giue instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah. As the harte brayeth for the riuers of water, so panteth my soule after thee, O God.
2My soule thirsteth for God, euen for the liuing God: when shall I come and appeare before the presence of God?
7Heare me speedily, O Lorde, for my spirit fayleth: hide not thy face from me, els I shall be like vnto them that go downe into the pit.
8Let me heare thy louing kindenes in the morning, for in thee is my trust: shewe mee the way, that I should walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto thee.
2My soule longeth, yea, and fainteth for the courtes of the Lord: for mine heart and my flesh reioyce in the liuing God.
4(For thine hand is heauie vpon me, day and night: and my moysture is turned into ye drought of summer. Selah)
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
5Yet doe I remember the time past: I meditate in all thy workes, yea, I doe meditate in the workes of thine hands.
3I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
8My soule cleaueth vnto thee: for thy right hand vpholdeth me.
2In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.
1A Psalme of Dauid. O Lord, I call vpon thee: haste thee vnto me: heare my voyce, when I cry vnto thee.
2Let my prayer be directed in thy sight as incense, and the lifting vp of mine hands as an euening sacrifice.
14I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.
15My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
25Daleth. My soule cleaueth to the dust: quicken me according to thy worde.
9Mine eye is sorowfull through mine affliction: Lorde, I call dayly vpon thee: I stretch out mine hands vnto thee.
131I opened my mouth and panted, because I loued thy commaundements.
2Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.
3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
2Heare the voyce of my petitions, when I crie vnto thee, when I holde vp mine handes towarde thine holy Oracle.
20Mine heart breaketh for the desire to thy iudgements always.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
7When my soule fainted within me, I remembred the Lorde: and my prayer came vnto thee, into thine holy Temple.
4Then I called vpon the Name of the Lord, saying, I beseech thee, O Lord, deliuer my soule.
4Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
1To him that excelleth on Neginoth. A Psalme of Dauid. Heare my cry, O God: giue eare vnto my prayer.
2From the endes of the earth will I crye vnto thee: when mine heart is opprest, bring me vpon the rocke that is higher then I.
6I haue called vpon thee: surely thou wilt heare me, O God: incline thine eare to me, and hearken vnto my wordes.
9Lorde, I powre my whole desire before thee, and my sighing is not hid from thee.
16Turne thy face vnto mee, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and poore.
28My soule melteth for heauinesse: raise mee vp according vnto thy worde.
8But mine eyes looke vnto thee, O Lord God: in thee is my trust: leaue not my soule destitute.
8When thou saidest, Seeke ye my face, mine heart answered vnto thee, O Lorde, I will seeke thy face.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
6Therefore I saide vnto the Lorde, Thou art my God: heare, O Lord, the voyce of my prayers.
11Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Names sake, and for thy righteousnesse bring my soule out of trouble.
5My soule shalbe satisfied, as with marowe and fatnesse, and my mouth shall praise thee with ioyfull lippes,
9With my soule haue I desired thee in the night, and with my spirit within mee will I seeke thee in the morning: for seeing thy iudgements are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world shall learne righteousnesse.
6My God, my soule is cast downe within me, because I remember thee, from the land of Iorden, and Hermonim, and from the mount Mizar.
6My soule waiteth on the Lorde more then the morning watch watcheth for the morning.
5Both hungrie and thirstie, their soule fainted in them.
6I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.
4I looked vpon my right hand, and beheld, but there was none that would knowe me: all refuge failed me, and none cared for my soule.
5Then cryed I vnto thee, O Lord, and sayde, thou art mine hope, and my portion in the land of the liuing.
1A song of degrees. Ovt of the deepe places haue I called vnto thee, O Lord.
15Looke downe from heauen, and beholde from the dwelling place of thine holines, and of thy glory. Where is thy zeale and thy strength, the multitude of thy mercies, and of thy compassions? they are restrained from me.
1A Psalme of Dauid. Vnto thee, O Lorde, lift I vp my soule.