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Chinese (traditional)I spread out my hands to you;
I thirst for you like a parched land. I stretch forth my hands unto thee:
my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah. I stretch out my hands to you;
my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah I spread out my hands to You;
My soul longs for You like a thirsty land. Selah I lift my hands to you in prayer.
I thirst for you as parched land thirsts for rain. I stretch out my hands to you;
my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah I spread out my hands to you.
My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah. I stretch out my hands to you;
my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah Fear of man will prove to be a snare,
but whoever trusts in the Lord is kept safe. Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.Next verse!With image