And I, unto Thee, O Jehovah, I have cried, And in the morning doth my prayer come before Thee.
Before I go, and return not, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade,
A land of obscurity as thick darkness, Death-shade -- and no order, And the shining `is' as thick darkness.'
Jehovah my God, I have cried to Thee, And Thou dost heal me.
Jehovah, `at' morning Thou hearest my voice, `At' morning I set in array for Thee, And I look out.
For the living know that they die, and the dead know not anything, and there is no more to them a reward, for their remembrance hath been forgotten.
My voice Thou hast heard, Hide not Thine ear at my breathing -- at my cry.
And very early, it being yet night, having risen, he went forth, and went away to a desert place, and was there praying;