Yet, you are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.
Indeed, I cry, ‘Help! I’m being attacked!’ but I get no response. I call for help, but there is no justice.
“I call to you for help, but you don’t answer me. I stand up, but you just look at me.
The Lord is fair in all his ways and faithful in everything he does.
Whoever offers thanks as a sacrifice honors me. I will let everyone who continues in my way see the salvation that comes from God.”
You are praised with silence in Zion, O God, and vows ⌞made⌟ to you must be kept.
Let my prayer come into your presence. Turn your ear to hear my cries.
Highly honor the Lord our God. Bow at his holy mountain. The Lord our God is holy!
They called to each other and said, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Armies! The whole earth is filled with his glory.”
How long, O Lord, am I to cry for help, but you will not listen? I cry out to you, “There’s violence!” yet you will not come to the rescue.
He is your glory. He is your God, who did for you these spectacular and awe-inspiring deeds you saw with your own eyes.
Each of the four living creatures had six wings and were covered with eyes, inside and out. Without stopping day or night they were singing, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, who is, and who is coming.”
