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Psalm 143:6 - New International Version (Anglicised)

6 I spread out my hands to you; I thirst for you like a parched land.

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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 Tagairtí Cros  

‘Yet if you devote your heart to him and stretch out your hands to him,


Like a slave longing for the evening shadows, or a hired labourer waiting to be paid,


My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, ‘Where is your God?’


If we had forgotten the name of our God or spread out our hands to a foreign god,


You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water.


My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.


Do you show your wonders to the dead? Do their spirits rise up and praise you?


my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, Lord, every day; I spread out my hands to you.


Moses replied, ‘When I have gone out of the city, I will spread out my hands in prayer to the Lord. The thunder will stop and there will be no more hail, so you may know that the earth is the Lord’s.


The burning sand will become a pool, the thirsty ground bubbling springs. In the haunts where jackals once lay, grass and reeds and papyrus will grow.


On the last and greatest day of the festival, Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, ‘Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink.


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