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 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;’