Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise;
Unto thee, O Jehovah, will I call: My rock, be not thou deaf unto me; Lest, if thou be silent unto me, I become like them that go down into the pit.
O God, keep not thou silence: Hold not thy peace, and be not still, O God.
He is thy praise, and he is thy God, that hath done for thee these great and terrible things, which thine eyes have seen.
Heal me, O Jehovah, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for thou art my praise.
Jehovah is my strength and song, And he is become my salvation: This is my God, and I will praise him; My father’s God, and I will exalt him.
I have long time holden my peace; I have been still, and refrained myself: now will I cry out like a travailing woman; I will gasp and pant together.
Thou art my God, and I will give thanks unto thee: Thou art my God, I will exalt thee.
For, lo, thine enemies make a tumult; And they that hate thee have lifted up the head.
