⁴¹ Let us lift up our heart with our hands to God in the heavens.

¹ > To you, Yahweh, do I lift up my soul.

² Hear the voice of my petitions, when I cry to you, When I lift up my hands toward your Most Holy Place.

² Let my prayer be set before you like incense; The lifting up of my hands like the evening sacrifice.

⁴ So I will bless you while I live. I will lift up my hands in your name.

⁴ Bring joy to the soul of your servant, For to you, Lord, do I lift up my soul.

⁶ I spread forth my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah.

⁷ Hurry to answer me, Yahweh. My spirit fails. Don't hide your face from me, So that I don't become like those who go down into the pit.

⁸ Cause me to hear your loving kindness in the morning, For I trust in you. Cause me to know the way in which I should walk, For I lift up my soul to you.

⁸ Even so, affectionately longing for you, we were well pleased to impart to you, not the Gospel of God only, but also our own souls, because you had become very dear to us.