But unto you have I cried, O LORD; and in the morning shall my prayer come before you.
Before I go where I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
O LORD my God, I cried unto you, and you have healed me.
My voice shall you hear in the morning, O LORD; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto you, and will look up.
For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.
You have heard my voice: hide not your ear at my breathing, at my cry.
And in the morning, rising up a great while before day, he went out, and departed into a lonely place, and there prayed.