I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.

Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

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I spread out my hands to You;
(A)My soul longs for You like a thirsty land. Selah

Answer me speedily, O Lord;
My spirit fails!
Do not hide Your face from me,
(B)Lest I [a]be like those who [b]go down into the pit.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 143:7 become
  2. Psalm 143:7 Die