CLV(i)
6 I spread forth my hands to You; My soul looks to You like a fainting land. {Interlude{
7 Quickly answer me, O Yahweh; my spirit is exhausted; O do not conceal Your face from me, Or I would become comparable with descenders to the crypt."
8 Let me hear of Your benignity in each morning, For I trust in You; Let me know that way I should go, For I lift up my soul to You."