Evening, and morning, and noon, I meditate, and make a noise, and He heareth my voice,

They turn back at evening, They make a noise like a dog, And go round about the city.

And they turn back at evening, They make a noise like a dog, And they go round about the city.

And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts From Thy signs are afraid, The outgoings of morning and evening Thou causest to sing.

In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.

Man goeth forth to his work, And to his service -- till evening.

My prayer is prepared -- incense before Thee, The lifting up of my hands -- the evening present.