But to You I have cried out, O Lord, And in the morning my prayer comes before You.
My voice You shall hear in the morning, O Lord; In the morning I will direct it to You, And I will look up.
Now in the morning, having risen a long while before daylight, He went out and departed to a solitary place; and there He prayed.
O Lord my God, I cried out to You, And You healed me.
Before I go to the place from which I shall not return, To the land of darkness and the shadow of death,
A land as dark as darkness itself, As the shadow of death, without any order, Where even the light is like darkness.’ ”
For the living know that they will die; But the dead know nothing, And they have no more reward, For the memory of them is forgotten.
You have heard my voice: “Do not hide Your ear From my sighing, from my cry for help.”