Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches; Pour out thy heart like water before the face of the Lord: Lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children, that faint for hunger at the head of every street.
How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them!If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: When I awake, I am still with thee.