My soul `is' for the Lord, More than those watching for morning, Watching for morning!
I have gone forward in the dawn, and I cry, For Thy word I have hoped.
A Song of the Ascents. Lo, bless Jehovah, all servants of Jehovah, Who are standing in the house of Jehovah by night.
From all my transgressions deliver me, A reproach of the fool make me not.
If I have remembered Thee on my couch, In the watches -- I meditate on Thee.
And he crieth -- a lion, `On a watch-tower my lord, I am standing continually by day, And on my ward I am stationed whole nights.
and fearing lest on rough places we may fall, out of the stern having cast four anchors, they were wishing day to come.