But unto thee have I cried, O Lord; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent thee.
before I go whence 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 thee, and thou hast healed me.
My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, 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.
Thou hast heard my voice: hide not thine 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 solitary place, and there prayed.