My prayer cometh in before Thee, Incline Thine ear to my loud cry,
that which a man sinneth against his neighbour, and he hath lifted up upon him an oath to cause him to swear, and the oath hath come in before Thine altar in this house,
I have gone forward in the dawn, and I cry, For Thy word I have hoped.
And Thou `art' holy, Sitting -- the Praise of Israel.
Incline unto me Thine ear hastily, deliver me, Be to me for a strong rock, For a house of bulwarks to save me.
Let the groaning of the prisoner come in before Thee, According to the greatness of Thine arm, Leave Thou the sons of death.
Favour me, O Lord, for to Thee I call all the day.
Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.