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

¹ <A Psalm. Of David. When he was in the waste land of Judah.> O God, you are my God; early will I make my search for you: my soul is dry for need of you, my flesh is wasted with desire for you, as a dry and burning land where no water is;

¹³ But if you put your heart right, stretching out your hands to him;

⁹ My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.

¹ <To the chief music-maker. Maschil. Of the sons of Korah.> Like the desire of the roe for the water-streams, so is my soul's desire for you, O God.

² My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of God?

²⁰ If the name of our God has gone out of our minds, or if our hands have been stretched out to a strange god,

² The passion of my soul's desire is for the house of the Lord; my heart and my flesh are crying out for the living God.

⁸ We have been waiting for you, O Lord; the desire of our soul is for the memory of your name.

⁹ In the night the desire of my soul has been for you; early will my spirit be searching for you; for when your punishments come on the earth, the people of the world will get the knowledge of righteousness.

⁷ And the burning sand will become a pool, and the dry earth springs of waters: the fields where the sheep take their food will become wet land, and water-plants will take the place of grass.

³⁷ On the last day, the great day of the feast, Jesus got up and said in a loud voice, If any man is in need of drink let him come to me and I will give it to him.