But I, O Lord, cry to thee; in the morning my prayer comes before thee.
before I go whence I shall not return, to the land of gloom and deep darkness,
the land of gloom and chaos, where light is as darkness.”
O Lord my God, I cried to thee for help, and thou hast healed me.
O Lord, in the morning thou dost hear my voice; in the morning I prepare a sacrifice for thee, and watch.
For the living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing, and they have no more reward; but the memory of them is lost.
thou didst hear my plea, ‘Do not close thine ear to my cry for help!’
And in the morning, a great while before day, he rose and went out to a lonely place, and there he prayed.