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Psalm 143:6 - New Revised Standard Version

6 I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah

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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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

6 Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.

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Psalm 143:6
13 Tagairtí Cros  

“If you direct your heart rightly, you will stretch out your hands toward him.


Like a slave who longs for the shadow, and like laborers who look for their wages,


My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me continually, “Where is your God?”


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


O God, you are my God, I seek you, my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.


My soul longs, indeed it faints for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God.


Do you work wonders for the dead? Do the shades rise up to praise you? Selah


my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call on you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.


Moses said to him, “As soon as I have gone out of the city, I will stretch out my hands to the Lord; the thunder will cease, and there will be no more hail, so that you may know that the earth is the Lord's.


the burning sand shall become a pool, and the thirsty ground springs of water; the haunt of jackals shall become a swamp, the grass shall become reeds and rushes.


On the last day of the festival, the great day, while Jesus was standing there, he cried out, “Let anyone who is thirsty come to me,


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