Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise;
Unto thee will I cry, O Lord my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.
Keep not thou silence, O God: 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 Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved: for thou art my praise.
The Lord is my strength and song, and he is become my salvation: he is my God, and I will prepare him a habitation; 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 like a travailing woman; I will destroy and devour at once.
Thou art my God, and I will praise 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.
