Arise, cry out in the night, at 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, who faint for hunger at the head of every street.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is their sum!If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.