And Thou art holy, Sitting--the Praise of Israel.
Lo, I cry out--violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
I cry unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost consider me.
Righteous is Jehovah in all His ways, And kind in all His works.
He who is sacrificing praise honoureth Me, As to him who maketh a way, I cause him to look on the salvation of God!
To the Overseer. --A Psalm of David. A Song. To Thee, silence--praise, O God, is in Zion, And to Thee is a vow completed.
My prayer cometh in before Thee, Incline Thine ear to my loud cry,
Exalt ye Jehovah our God, And bow yourselves at His holy hill, For holy is Jehovah our God!
And this one hath called unto that, and hath said: `Holy, Holy, Holy, is Jehovah of Hosts, The fulness of all the earth is His glory.'
Till when, O Jehovah, have I cried, And Thou dost not hear? I cry unto Thee--`Violence,' and Thou dost not save.
He is thy praise, and He is thy God, who hath done with thee these great and fearful things which thine eyes have seen:
And the four living creatures, each by itself severally, had six wings, around and within are full of eyes, and rest they have not day and night, saying, `Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, who was, and who is, and who is coming;'