Praise him with timbrel and choir: praise him with strings and organs.
Let them praise his name in choir: let them sing to him with the timbrel and the psaltery.
O Lord, save me, and we will sing our psalms all the days of our life in the house of the Lord.
So Mary the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand: and all the women went forth after her with timbrels and with dances:
The Lord is sweet to all: and his tender mercies are over all his works.
The floods have lifted up, O Lord: the floods have lifted up their voice. The floods have lifted up their waves,
My harp is turned to mourning: and my organ into the voice of those that weep.
The Lord of armies is with us: the God of Jacob is our protector.
I will bless the Lord at all times, his praise shall be always in my mouth.
They take the timbrel and the harp, and rejoice at the sound of the organ.
The Lord God is my strength: and he will make my feet like the feet of harts: and he the conqueror will lead me upon my high places singing psalms.