⁶ I lift my hands to you in prayer.
    I thirst for you as parched land thirsts for rain. Interlude

¹ O God, you are my God;
    I earnestly search for you.
My soul thirsts for you;
    my whole body longs for you
in this parched and weary land
    where there is no water.

¹ As the deer longs for streams of water,
    so I long for you, O God.
² I thirst for God, the living God.
    When can I go and stand before him?

¹³ “If only you would prepare your heart
    and lift up your hands to him in prayer!

⁹     My eyes are blinded by my tears.
Each day I beg for your help, O Lord;
    I lift my hands to you for mercy.