But to you, LORD, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
before I go where I shall not return from, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as midnight.'*
LORD my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.
LORD, in the morning you shall hear my voice. In the morning I will lay my requests before you, and will watch expectantly.
For the living know that they will die, but the dead don't know anything, neither do they have any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.
You heard my voice; don't hide your ear at my breathing, at my cry.
Early in the morning, while it was still dark, he rose up and went out, and departed into a deserted place, and prayed there.