My soul to dust cleaves: quicken me, according to thy word.
My soul cleaveth unto the dust: Quicken thou me according to thy word.
My earthly life cleaves to the dust; revive and stimulate me according to Your word! [Ps. 143:11.]
My life is stuck in the dirt. Now make me live again according to your promise!
I am with sore affliction ev'n overwhelm'd, O Lord: In mercy raise and quicken me, according to thy word.
After thy loving-kindness hear my voice, that calls on thee: According to thy judgment, Lord, revive and quicken me.
O Lord, both great and manifold thy tender mercies be: According to thy judgments just, revive and quicken me.
See how I love thy law! as thou art kind, me quicken, Lord.
Turn thou away my sight and eyes from viewing vanity; And in thy good and holy way be pleas'd to quicken me.
Lo, for thy precepts I have long'd; in thy truth quicken me.
After thy loving-kindness, Lord, me quicken, and preserve: The testimony of thy mouth so shall I still observe.
Thy precepts I will ne'er forget; they quick'ning to me brought.
Revive and quicken me, O Lord, ev'n for thine own name's sake; And do thou, for thy righteousness, my soul from trouble take.
My strength is like a potsherd dry'd; my tongue it cleaveth fast Unto my jaws; and to the dust of death thou brought me hast.
And our oppression? For our soul is to the dust down press'd: Our belly also on the earth fast cleaving, hold doth take.
Rise for our help, and us redeem, ev'n for thy mercies' sake.
Thou, Lord, who great adversities, and sore, to me didst show, Shalt quicken, and bring me again from depths of earth below.
So henceforth we will not go back, nor turn from thee at all: O do thou quicken us, and we upon thy name will call.