Psalms 143:5-7

⁵I remember the days of old. I meditate on all your doings. I contemplate the work of your hands.

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

⁷Hurry 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.