Psalm 143:6

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

My hands to thee I stretch; my soul thirsts, as dry land, for thee.

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Lord, thee my God, I'll early seek: my soul doth thirst for thee; My flesh longs in a dry parch'd land, wherein no waters be:

By reason of affliction mine eye mourns dolefully: To thee, Lord, do I call, and stretch my hands continually.

My thirsty soul longs veh'mently, yea faints, thy courts to see: My very heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for thee.

If we God's name forgot, or stretch'd to a strange god our hands,

My tears have unto me been meat, both in the night and day, While unto me continually, Where is thy God? they say.

Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? shall they rise, and thee bless?