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Chinese (traditional)I spread out my hands to You;
My soul longs for You like a thirsty land. Selah 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 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 Behold, He is coming with clouds, and every eye will see Him, even they who pierced Him. And all the tribes of the earth will mourn because of Him. Even so, Amen. Though the fig tree may not blossom,
Nor fruit be on the vines;
Though the labor of the olive may fail,
And the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,
And there be no herd in the stalls—
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.Next verse!With image