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

⁹     my eye grows dim through sorrow.
Every day I call on you, O Lord;
    I spread out my hands to you.^(A)

⁸ and that they should not be like their ancestors,
    a stubborn and rebellious generation,
a generation whose heart was not steadfast,
    whose spirit was not faithful to God.^(A)

⁵ If you will seek God
    and make supplication to the Almighty,^[a](A)
6 if you are pure and upright,
    surely then he will rouse himself for you
    and restore to you your rightful place.^(B)

³¹ Let bronze be brought from Egypt;
    let Cush hasten to stretch out its hands to God.^(A)