I stretch out my hands to You; my soul thirsts for You like a parched land. Selah
A Psalm of David, when he was in the Wilderness of Judah. O God, You are my God. Earnestly I seek You; my soul thirsts f
As for you, if you direct your heart and lift up your hands to Him,
My soul longs, even faints, for the courts of the LORD; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
My eyes grow dim with grief. I call to You daily, O LORD; I spread out my hands to You.
For the choirmaster. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longs after You,
If we had forgotten the name of our God or spread out our hands to a foreign god,
Yes, we wait for You, O LORD; we walk in the path of Your judgments. Your name and renown are the desire of our souls.
The parched ground will become a pool, the thirsty land springs of water. In the haunt where jackals once lay, there wil
On the last and greatest day of the feast, Jesus stood up and called out in a loud voice, “If anyone is thirsty, let him