Mine eyes anticipated the watches to meditate in thy word.
Chanting to David in his being in the desert of Judah. O God thou art my God; I will seek thee: my soul thirsted for thee, my flesh longed for thee in a land of dryness, and thirsty without water.
The middle of the night I will arise to confess to thee for the judgments of thy justice.
And to me how were thy thoughts precious, O God! how were their heads strong!
Arise, cry aloud in the night: at the head of the watches pour out thy heart as water before the face of Jehovah: lift up thy hands to him for the soul of thy young children fainting with hunger in the head of all the streets.