My soul is watching for the Lord more than those who are watching for the morning; yes, more than the watchers for the morning.
Before the sun is up, my cry for help comes to your ear; my hope is in your words.
A Song of the going up. Give praise to the Lord, all you servants of the Lord, who take your places in the house of the Lord by night.
Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.
When the memory of you comes to me on my bed, and when I give thought to you in the night-time.
And the watchman gave a loud cry, O my lord, I am on the watchtower all day, and am placed in my watch every night:
Then, fearing that by chance we might come on to the rocks, they let down four hooks from the back of the ship, and made prayers for the coming of day.