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Psalm 143:6 - Contemporary English Version Interconfessional Edition

6 Then I lift my hands in prayer, because my soul is a desert, thirsty for water from you.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 I stretch forth my hands unto thee: My soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 I spread forth my hands to You; my soul thirsts after You like a thirsty land [for water]. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

6 I spread forth my hands unto thee: My soul thirsteth after thee, as a weary land. [Selah

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Common English Bible

6 I stretch out my hands to you; my whole being is like dry dirt, thirsting for you. Selah

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.

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Psalm 143:6
13 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ  

You are my God. I worship you. In my heart, I long for you, as I would long for a stream in a scorching desert.


Surrender your heart to God, turn to him in prayer,


and I am almost blind because of my sorrow. Each day I lift my hands in prayer to you, Lord.


Deep in my heart I long for your temple, and with all that I am I sing joyful songs to you.


We did not forget you or lift our hands in prayer to foreign gods.


Scorching sand will turn into a lake, and thirsty ground will flow with fountains. Grass will grow in deserts, where packs of wild dogs once made their home.


On the last and most important day of the festival, Jesus stood up and shouted, “If you are thirsty, come to me and drink!


Moses answered, “As soon as I leave the city, I will lift my arms in prayer. When the thunder and hail stop, you will know that the earth belongs to the Lord.


We are slaves in search of shade; we are laborers longing for our wages.


Day and night my tears are my only food, as everyone keeps asking, “Where is your God?”


Do you work miracles for the dead? Do they stand up and praise you?


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