Psalm 143:5-7

International Standard Version

⁵ I remember the former times,
    meditating on everything you have done.
        I think about the work^[a] of your hands.
⁶ I stretch out my hands toward you,
    longing for you like a parched land.
Interlude

⁷ Answer me quickly, Lord;
    my spirit is failing.
Do not hide your face from me;
    otherwise, I will become like those who descend to the Pit.^[b]