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Psalm 143:6

New American Bible - revised edition

I stretch out my hands toward you, my soul to you like a parched land. Selah

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If you set your heart aright and stretch out your hands toward him,

Like a slave who longs for the shade, a hireling who waits for wages,

My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When can I enter and see the face of God?

Yet you have left us crushed, desolate in a place of jackals; you have covered us with a shadow of death.

A psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.

How lovely your dwelling, O Lord of hosts!

my eyes grow dim from trouble. All day I call on you, Lord; I stretch out my hands to you.

Because of you my acquaintances shun me; you make me loathsome to them; Caged in, I cannot escape;

Moses replied to him, “As soon as I leave the city I will extend my hands to the Lord; the thunder will cease, and there will be no more hail so that you may know that the earth belongs to the Lord.

The burning sands will become pools, and the thirsty ground, springs of water; The abode where jackals crouch will be a marsh for the reed and papyrus.

On the last and greatest day of the feast, Jesus stood up and exclaimed, “Let anyone who thirsts come to me and drink.




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