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;'