American Standard Version
"I spread forth my hands unto thee: My soulthirstethafter thee, as a weary land. [Selah"
— Psalms 143:6, American Standard Version
“I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.”
“I spread forth my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah.”
“I spread my hands out to you in prayer; my soul thirsts for you in a parched land.(Selah)”
“Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.”
“My hands are stretched out to you: my soul is turned to you, like a land in need of water. (Selah.)”
“I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.”
For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; He hath smitten my life down to the ground: He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy doings; I muse on the work of thy hands.
I spread forth my hands unto thee: My soulthirstethafter thee, as a weary land. [Selah
Make haste to answer me, O Jehovah; my spirit faileth: Hide not thy face from me, Lest I become like them that go down into the pit.
Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; For in thee do I trust: Cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; For I lift up my soul unto thee.
Deliver me, O Jehovah, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.