ACV(i)
6 I spread forth my hands to thee. My soul is as a weary land for thee. Selah.
7 Make haste to answer me, O LORD, my spirit fails. Hide not thy face from me, lest I become like those who go down into the pit.
8 Cause me to hear thy loving kindness in the morning, for in thee do I trust. Cause me to know the way in which I should walk, for I lift up my soul to thee.
9 Deliver me, O LORD, from my enemies. I flee to thee to hide me.