Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
If we have forgotten the name of our God, or spread forth our hands to a strange god;
My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.
"If you set your heart aright, stretch out your hands toward him.
As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.
God, you are my God. I will earnestly seek you. My soul thirsts for you. My flesh longs for you, in a dry and weary land, where there is no water.
My soul longs, and even faints for the courts of Yahweh. My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
Yes, in the way of your judgments, Yahweh, have we waited for you. Your name and your renown are the desire of our soul.
The burning sand will become a pool, and the thirsty ground springs of water. Grass with reeds and rushes will be in the habitation of jackals, where they lay.
Now on the last and greatest day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried out, "If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink!
But you who did cling to Yahweh your God are all alive this day.