⁶ On my bed I remember you;
    I think of you through the watches of the night.^(A)

¹⁹ Arise, cry out in the night,
    as the watches of the night begin;
pour out your heart^(A) like water
    in the presence of the Lord.^(B)
Lift up your hands^(C) to him
    for the lives of your children,
who faint^(D) from hunger
    at every street corner.

¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts,^[a](A) God!^(B)
    How vast is the sum of them!
¹⁸ Were I to count them,^(C)
    they would outnumber the grains of sand^(D)—
    when I awake,^(E) I am still with you.