⁴¹ Lifting up our hearts with our hands to God in the heavens.

¹ <Of David.> To you, O Lord, my soul is lifted up.

² Give ear to the voice of my prayer, when I am crying to you, when my hands are lifted up to your holy place.

² Let my prayer be ordered before you like a sweet smell; and let the lifting up of my hands be like the evening offering.

⁴ So will I go on blessing you all my life, lifting up my hands in your name.

⁴ Make glad the soul of your servant; for it is lifted up to you, O Lord.

⁶ My hands are stretched out to you: my soul is turned to you, like a land in need of water. (Selah.)

⁷ Be quick in answering me, O Lord, for the strength of my spirit is gone: let me see your face, so that I may not be like those who go down into the underworld.

⁸ Let the story of your mercy come to me in the morning, for my hope is in you: give me knowledge of the way in which I am to go; for my soul is lifted up to you.

⁸ Even so, being full of loving desire for you, we took delight in giving you not only God's good news, but even our lives, because you were dear to us.