⁶ I spread forth my hands unto thee: My soul `thirsteth' after thee, as a weary land. Selah

¹ O God, thou art my God; earnestly will I seek thee: My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee, In a dry and weary land, where no water is.

¹³ If thou set thy heart aright, And stretch out thy hands toward him;

⁹ Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction: I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah; I have spread forth my hands unto thee.

¹ As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O God.

² My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: When shall I come and appear before God?

²⁰ If we have forgotten the name of our God, Or spread forth our hands to a strange god;

² My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of Jehovah; My heart and my flesh cry out unto the living God.

⁸ Yea, in the way of thy judgments, O Jehovah, have we waited for thee; to thy name, even to thy memorial `name', is the desire of our soul.

⁹ With my soul have I desired thee in the night; yea, with my spirit within me will I seek thee earnestly: for when thy judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world learn righteousness.

⁷ And the glowing sand shall become a pool, and the thirsty ground springs of water: in the habitation of jackals, where they lay, shall be grass with reeds and rushes.

³⁷ Now on the last day, the great `day' of the feast, Jesus stood and cried, saying, If any man thirst, let him come unto me and drink.