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

¹ 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.^(A)

¹ As a deer longs for flowing streams,
    so my soul longs for you, O God.^(A)
2 My soul thirsts for God,
    for the living God.
When shall I come and behold
    the face of God?^(B)

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