BSB(i)
4 My spirit grows faint within me; my heart is dismayed inside me.
5 I remember the days of old; I meditate on all Your works; I consider the work of Your hands.
6 I stretch out my hands to You; my soul thirsts for You like a parched land. Selah
7 Answer me quickly, O LORD; my spirit fails. Do not hide Your face from me, or I will be like those who descend to the Pit.