9 And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held:
10 And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?
11 And white robes were given unto every one of them; and it was said unto them, that they should rest yet for a little season, until their fellowservants also and their brethren, that should be killed as they were, should be fulfilled.
1'n Bedevaartslied. Van Dawid. o HERE, my hart is nie hoog en my oë nie trots nie; ook wandel ek nie in dinge wat vir my te groot en te wonderbaar is nie.
2Waarlik, ek het my siel tot bedaring gebring en stilgemaak; soos 'n gespeende kind by sy moeder, soos 'n gespeende kind is my siel in my.
3Wag op die HERE, o Israel, van nou af tot in ewigheid!