What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? shall it declare your truth?

[To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David when Nathan the prophet came unto him, after he had gone in to Bathsheba.] Have mercy upon me, O God, according to your lovingkindness: according unto the multitude of your tender mercies blot out my transgressions.

We see not our signs: there is no more any prophet: neither is there among us any that knows how long.