{To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.} Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise;
O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee shall all flesh come.
Judge in yourselves: is it comely that a woman pray unto God uncovered?
Who can utter the mighty acts of the LORD? who can shew forth all his praise?
So we thy people and sheep of thy pasture will give thee thanks for ever: we will shew forth thy praise to all generations.