Psalms 143:7 WEB

⁵  I remember the days of old. I meditate on all your doings. I contemplate the work of your hands.

⁶  I spread forth my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah.

⁷  Hurry to answer me, Yahweh. My spirit fails. Don't hide your face from me, So that I don't become like those who go down into the pit.

⁸  Cause me to hear your loving kindness in the morning, For I trust in you. Cause me to know the way in which I should walk, For I lift up my soul to you.

⁹  Deliver me, Yahweh, from my enemies. I flee to you to hide me.