But unto thee, O LORD, have I cried, And in the morning shall my prayer come before thee.
Before I go whence I shall not return, Even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
A land of thick darkness, as darkness itself; A land 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.
O LORD, in the morning shalt thou hear my voice; In the morning will I order my prayer unto thee, and will keep watch.
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 heardest my voice; hide not thine ear at my breathing, at my cry.
And in the morning, a great while before day, he rose up and went out, and departed into a desert place, and there prayed.