My eyes languish on account of my affliction; all day long I call out to you, LORD, I spread out my hands to you.

In my distress I cried to the LORD; to my God I cried for help. From his Temple he heard my voice; my cry reached his ears.

He reached down and took me; he drew me from many waters.

They loathed all food, and even reached the gates of death.

Envoys will come from Egypt. Let the Ethiopians stretch out their hands to God.

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