3And Thou art holy, Sitting — the Praise of Israel.
3And Thou art holy, Sitting — the Praise of Israel.
1 To the Overseer, on 'The Hind of the Morning.' — A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?
2 My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.
3 And Thou art holy, Sitting — the Praise of Israel.
4 In Thee did our fathers trust — they trusted, And Thou dost deliver them.
5 Unto Thee they cried, and were delivered, In Thee they trusted, and were not ashamed.
22:3But thou [art] holy, [O thou] that inhabitest the praises of Israel.
22:3Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One; you are the praise of Israel.
22:3But thou dwellest in the holy place, the praise of Israel.
22:3But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.
22:3And thou art holy, thou that dwellest amid the praises of Israel.
22:3But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.
22:3But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.
22:3But you are holy, you who inhabit the praises of Israel.
22:3But you are holy, O you that inhabit the praises of Israel.