My voice You shall hear in the morning, O Lord; In the morning I will direct it to You, And I will look up.

For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for life; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning.

Like sheep they are laid in the grave; Death shall feed on them; The upright shall have dominion over them in the morning; And their beauty shall be consumed in the grave, far from their dwelling.

Evening and morning and at noon I will pray, and cry aloud, And He shall hear my voice.

But I will sing of Your power; Yes, I will sing aloud of Your mercy in the morning; For You have been my defense And refuge in the day of my trouble.

They also who dwell in the farthest parts are afraid of Your signs; You make the outgoings of the morning and evening rejoice.

For all day long I have been plagued, And chastened every morning.

But to You I have cried out, O Lord, And in the morning my prayer comes before You.

You carry them away like a flood; They are like a sleep. In the morning they are like grass which grows up:

In the morning it flourishes and grows up; In the evening it is cut down and withers.

To declare Your lovingkindness in the morning, And Your faithfulness every night,

Your people shall be volunteers In the day of Your power; In the beauties of holiness, from the womb of the morning, You have the dew of Your youth.

I rise before the dawning of the morning, And cry for help; I hope in Your word.

My soul waits for the Lord More than those who watch for the morning— Yes, more than those who watch for the morning.

If I take the wings of the morning, And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,

Cause me to hear Your lovingkindness in the morning, For in You do I trust; Cause me to know the way in which I should walk, For I lift up my soul to You.