Arise, cry out in the night: Meditate on your bed. In the beginning of the watches, In the darkness where no one see, Pour out thine heart like water. Cry out to the one who gathers the seas in his hands, Before the face of the Lord, He sees your tears. Lift up thy hands toward him, Worship him in the beauty of holiness. For the life of thy young children, That faint for hunger in the top of every street.