Psalm 143:4–7

4 So my spirit grows faint within me;

my heart within me is dismayed.

5 I remember the days of long ago;

I meditate on all your works

and consider what your hands have done.

6 I spread out my hands to you;

I thirst for you like a parched land.

7 Answer me quickly, Lord;

my spirit fails.

Do not hide your face from me

or I will be like those who go down to the pit.

4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me;

My heart within me is desolate.

5 I remember the days of old;

I meditate on all thy works;

I muse on the work of thy hands.

6 I stretch forth my hands unto thee:

My soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.

7 Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit faileth:

Hide not thy face from me,

Lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

4 I am losing all hope;

I am paralyzed with fear.

5 I remember the days of old.

I ponder all your great works

and think about what you have done.

6 I lift my hands to you in prayer.

I thirst for you as parched land thirsts for rain.

Interlude

7 Come quickly, Lord, and answer me,

for my depression deepens.

Don’t turn away from me,

or I will die.

4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me;

My heart within me is distressed.

5 I remember the days of old;

I meditate on all Your works;

I muse on the work of Your hands.

6 I spread out my hands to You;

My soul longs for You like a thirsty land.

Selah

7 Answer me speedily, O Lord;

My spirit fails!

Do not hide Your face from me,

Lest I be like those who go down into the pit.

4 I am afraid;

my courage is gone.

5 I remember what happened long ago;

I consider everything you have done.

I think about all you have made.

6 I lift my hands to you in prayer.

As a dry land needs rain, I thirst for you.

Selah

7 Lord, answer me quickly,

because I am getting weak.

Don’t turn away from me,

or I will be like those who are dead.

4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me;

My heart within me is desolate.

5 I remember the days of old;

I meditate on all thy doings;

I muse on the work of thy hands.

6 I spread forth my hands unto thee:

My soul thirsteth after thee, as a weary land. Selah

7 Make haste to answer me, O Jehovah; my spirit faileth:

Hide not thy face from me,

Lest I become like them that go down into the pit.

4 And my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate. 5 I remember the days of old: I meditate on all thy doing; I muse on the work of thy hands. 6 I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul, as a parched land, thirsteth after thee. Selah.

7 Answer me speedily, O Jehovah; my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, or I shall be like unto them that go down into the pit.

4 That is why I begin to lose hope 

and my heart is in a state of shock. 

5 I remember the days long ago. 

I reflect on all that you have done. 

I carefully consider what your hands have made. 

6 I stretch out my hands to you in prayer. 

Like parched land, my soul thirsts for you. 

Selah 

7 Answer me quickly, O Lord. 

My spirit is worn out. 

Do not hide your face from me, 

or I will be like those who go into the pit. 

4 My spirit is weak within me;

my heart is overcome with dismay.

5 I remember the days of old;

I meditate on all You have done;

I reflect on the work of Your hands.

6 I spread out my hands to You;

I am like parched land before You. Selah

7 Answer me quickly, Lord;

my spirit fails.

Don’t hide Your face from me,

or I will be like those

going down to the Pit.

4 Therefore my spirit faints within me;

my heart within me is appalled.

5 I remember the days of old;

I think about all your deeds;

I meditate on the works of your hands.

6 I stretch out my hands to you;

my soul thirsts for you like a parched land.   Selah

7 Answer me quickly, O Lord;

my spirit fails.

Do not hide your face from me,

or I shall be like those who go down to the Pit.

4 And so my spirit grows faint within me;

my heart within me is desolate.

5 I remember the days of long ago;

I meditate on all your doings.

I muse on the labor of your hands.

6 I stretch out my hands to you;

my soul longs for you like a dry land. Selah

7 Quickly answer me, O Yahweh;

my spirit fails.

Do not hide your face from me,

or I will become

like those descending to the pit.

4 So I grow weak.

Deep down inside me, I’m afraid.

5 I remember what happened long ago.

I spend time thinking about all of your acts.

I consider what your hands have done.

6 I spread out my hands to you in prayer.

I’m thirsty for you, just as dry ground is thirsty for rain. Selah

7 Lord, answer me quickly.

I’m growing weak.

Don’t turn your face away from me,

or I will be like those who go down into the grave.

4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me;

My heart is appalled within me.

5 I remember the days of old;

I meditate on all Your doings;

I muse on the work of Your hands.

6 I stretch out my hands to You;

My soul longs for You, as a parched land.

Selah.

7 Answer me quickly, O Lord, my spirit fails;

Do not hide Your face from me,

Or I will become like those who go down to the pit.