What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy 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 thy lovingkindness: according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions.

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