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

¹ > God, you are my God. I will earnestly seek you. My soul thirsts for you, My flesh longs for you, In a dry and weary land, where there is no water.

¹³ "If you set your heart aright, Stretch out your hands toward him.

⁹ My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.

¹ > As the deer pants for the water brooks, So my soul pants after you, God.

² My soul thirsts 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 longs, and even faints for the courts of Yahweh. My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.

⁸ Yes, in the way of your judgments, Yahweh, have we waited for you; to your name, even to your memorial [name], is the desire of our soul.

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

⁷ 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 and greatest day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried out, "If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink!