¹⁴⁸ Mine eyes have gone before the watches, To meditate in Thy saying.

⁶ If I have remembered Thee on my couch, In the watches -- I meditate on Thee.

¹⁹ Arise, cry aloud in the night, At the beginning of the watches. Pour out as water thy heart, Over against the face of the Lord, Lift up unto Him thy hands, for the soul of thine infants, Who are feeble with hunger at the head of all out-places.

¹ A Psalm of David, in his being in the wilderness of Judah. O God, Thou `art' my God, earnestly do I seek Thee, Thirsted for Thee hath my soul, Longed for Thee hath my flesh, In a land dry and weary, without waters.

⁶² At midnight I rise to give thanks to Thee, For the judgments of Thy righteousness.

¹⁷ And to me how precious have been Thy thoughts, O God, how great hath been their sum!

¹⁸ I recount them! than the sand they are more, I have waked, and I am still with Thee.

¹² And it came to pass in those days, he went forth to the mountain to pray, and was passing the night in the prayer of God,