My eyes grow weak because of oppression. I call out to you, O Lord, all day long; I spread out my hands in prayer to you.

I spread my hands out to you in prayer; my soul thirsts for you in a parched land.

He reached down from above and took hold of me; he pulled me from the surging water.

Hear my plea for mercy when I cry out to you for help, when I lift my hands toward your holy temple!

If we had rejected our God, and spread out our hands in prayer to another god,

For the music director; by the Korahites; a psalm. All you nations, clap your hands! Shout out to God in celebration!

For the music director; according to the tune of "Lilies;" by David. Deliver me, O God, for the water has reached my neck.

Its branches reached the Mediterranean Sea, and its shoots the Euphrates River.

The watery deep covered it like a garment; the waters reached above the mountains.

They reached up to the sky, then dropped into the depths. The sailors' strength left them because the danger was so great.