O thou the God of all my praise, do thou not hold thy peace;
To thee I'll cry, O Lord, my rock; hold not thy peace to me; Lest like those that to pit descend I by thy silence be.
Keep not, O God, we thee entreat, O keep not silence now: Do thou not hold thy peace, O God, and still no more be thou.
Thou art my God, I'll thee exalt; my God, I will thee praise.
For, lo, thine enemies a noise tumultuously have made; And they that haters are of thee have lifted up the head.