In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.
I rise before dawn and cry for help; I have put my hope in your word.
But I cry to you for help, Lord; in the morning my prayer comes before you.
Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed.
I wait for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning.
Evening, morning and noon I cry out in distress, and he hears my voice.
My soul yearns for you in the night; in the morning my spirit longs for you. When your judgments come upon the earth, the people of the world learn righteousness.
Answer me, Lord, out of the goodness of your love; in your great mercy turn to me.
My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, but I find no rest.
They caused the cry of the poor to come before him, so that he heard the cry of the needy.
Through you we push back our enemies; through your name we trample our foes.
But God is my King from long ago; he brings salvation on the earth.
Blessed are those who dwell in your house; they are ever praising you.
Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy.
I will exalt you, my God the King; I will praise your name for ever and ever.
You heard my plea: “Do not close your ears to my cry for relief.”