Hold not your peace, O God of my praise;
To you will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if you be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.
Keep not you silence, O God: hold not your peace, and be not still, O God.
He is your praise, and he is your God, that has done for you these great and terrible things, which your eyes have seen.
Heal me, O LORD, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for you are my praise.
The LORD is my strength and song, and he is become my salvation: he is my God, and I will prepare him an habitation; my father's God, and I will exalt him.
I have long time held my peace; I have been still, and refrained myself: now will I cry like a travailing woman; I will destroy and devour at once.
You are my God, and I will praise you: you are my God, I will exalt you.
For, see, your enemies make a tumult: and they that hate you have lifted up the head.
