My tears have unto me been meat, both in the night and day, While unto me continually, Where is thy God? they say.
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. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 I stretch forth my hands unto thee: My soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition 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]! American Standard Version (1901) I spread forth my hands unto thee: My soul thirsteth after thee, as a weary land. [Selah Common English Bible I stretch out my hands to you; my whole being is like dry dirt, thirsting for you. Selah Catholic Public Domain Version Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them. |
My tears have unto me been meat, both in the night and day, While unto me continually, Where is thy God? they say.
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:
My thirsty soul longs veh'mently, yea faints, thy courts to see: My very heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for thee.
By reason of affliction mine eye mourns dolefully: To thee, Lord, do I call, and stretch my hands continually.