Psalm 143:6-8

International Standard Version

⁶I stretch out my hands toward you,
longing for you like a parched land.
Interlude

⁷Answer me quickly, Lord;
    my spirit is failing.
Do not hide your face from me;
    otherwise, I will become like those who descend to the Pit.^[a]
⁸In the morning let me hear of your gracious love,
    for in you I trust.
Cause me to know the way I should take,
    because I have set my hope on you.