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.

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.

² I long, yes, I faint with longing
    to enter the courts of the Lord.
With my whole being, body and soul,
    I will shout joyfully to the living God.

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?

²⁰ If we had forgotten the name of our God
    or spread our hands in prayer to foreign gods,

⁸ Lord, we show our trust in you by obeying your laws;
    our heart’s desire is to glorify your name.
⁹ In the night I search for you;
    in the morning^[a] I earnestly seek you.
For only when you come to judge the earth
    will people learn what is right.

⁷ The parched ground will become a pool,
    and springs of water will satisfy the thirsty land.
Marsh grass and reeds and rushes will flourish
    where desert jackals once lived.