When I remember you upon my bed, and meditate on you in the night watches.
Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
You hold my eyes from closing: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
I have remembered your name, O LORD, in the night, and have kept your law.
I rose before the dawning of the morning, and cried: I hoped in your word.
How precious also are your thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
Let the saints be joyful in glory: let them sing aloud upon their beds.
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.
I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Arise, cry out in the night: in the beginning of the watches pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord: lift up your hands toward him for the life of your young children, that faint for hunger at the head of every street.
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