A Song, a Melody of Asaph. O God, Do not keep quiet, Do not hold thy peace, Neither be thou still, O GOD!
David’s. Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, O my Rock! do not turn in silence from me,—lest, if thou turn from me in silence, I be like them who go down into the pit.
Thou hast seen, O Yahweh, do not keep silence! O My Lord! be not far from me:
Let our God come, and let him not keep silence! A fire—before him, shall devour, And, around him, hath it become exceeding tempestuous:
I have held my peace from age-past times, I kept still, I restrained myself,—As a travailing woman, I pant, I breathe hard and gasp, all at once!
Awake thou! wherefore shouldst thou sleep, O Lord? Bestir thee! do not reject us altogether!
A Melody of Asaph. El, Elohim, Yahweh, hath spoken, and culled the earth, From the rising of the sun, unto the going in thereof: