I saw it now, and prayed forgiveness from my two earlier incarnations.

Afterwards they pray each day from their very own complete siddur.

One woman, hurt in the blast, prayed from her wheelchair.

"Let us pray for deliverance from this hell and keep our hands clean of blood."

Nearly everyone prayed from memory; only a handful carried prayer books.

He has done all I prayed from him, and more.

Most nights later in bed, I'd stare at the ceiling, praying for an answer from above.

Millions of others praying for his recovery from their homes.

She prayed to various saints for delivery from her suffering.

I deny the charge and pray for release from the bond.