But to You have I cried out, O Lord, and in the morning my prayer comes before You.
before I go and do 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 thick darkness.”
O Lord my God, I cried out to You, and You healed me.
O Lord, in the morning You will hear my voice; in the morning I will direct my prayer to You, and I will look up expectantly.
For the living know that they will die, but the dead do not know anything; they have no more reward, because the memory of them is forgotten.
You have heard my plea: “Do not close Your ear to my cry for help!”
In the morning, rising up a great while before sunrise, He went out and departed to a solitary place. And there He prayed.