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.
1Cantico di Maalot, di Davide. SIGNORE, il mio cuore non è elevato, e gli occhi miei non sono altieri; E non cammino in cose più grandi, E più ardue che a me non si conviene,
2Se non ho composta ed acchetata l’anima mia, A guisa di fanciullo novellamente spoppato appresso sua madre; Se l’anima mia non è stata in me, A guisa di fanciullo novellamente spoppato.