I stretch forth my hands unto thee: My soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land.
I spread forth my hands to You; my soul thirsts after You like a thirsty land [for water]. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]!
I spread forth my hands unto thee: My soul thirsteth after thee, as a weary land.
I stretch out my hands to you; my whole being is like dry dirt, thirsting for you.
Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.
Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.
