1 To the chief musician, a psalm of David. I had waited patiently for the Lord, when he inclined himself unto me, and heard my cry.
2 And he brought me up out of the noiseful deep, out of the miry clay, and he set up my feet upon a rock, making firm my steps.
3 And he placed in my mouth a new song, a praise unto our God: many will see it, and fear; and they will trust in the Lord.
4 Happy is the man that maketh the Lord his trust, and turneth not unto the proud, nor such as stray aside unto lies.
5 Many things hast thou done, O Lord my God; thy wonderful deeds and thy thoughts toward usthere is none to be compared unto theewill I tell and speak of, though they are too numerous to be counted.
6 Sacrifice and meatoffering thou desirest notears hast thou hollowed out unto meburntoffering and sinoffering thou demandest not.
7 Then said I, Lo, I come: in the roll of the book it is written down for me;
8 To fulfill thy will, O my God, do I desire; and thy law is within my heart.
9 I announce thy righteousness in the great assembly: lo, I will not refrain my lips, O Lord, thou well knowest it.
10 Thy righteousness have I never hidden within my heart; thy faithfulness and thy salvation have I spoken of openly: I have not concealed thy kindness and thy truth before the great assembly.
11 Do thou, O Lord, not withhold thy mercies from me: let thy kindness and thy truth continually watch over me.
12 For evils without number have compassed me about; my iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to see: they are more numerous than the hairs of my head; and my courage hath forsaken me.
13 Be pleased, O Lord, to deliver me; O Lord, hasten to my help.
14 May those be made ashamed and put to the blush together that seek after my soul to take her away: let them be driven backward and be confounded, that wish for my mishap.
15 May they be astonished in consequence of their shame that say unto me, Aha, aha!
16 But may all those that seek thee be glad and rejoice in thee: may they say continually, The Lord be magnified,those that love thy salvation.
17 But though I be poor and needy, the Lord will think of me: my help and my deliverer art thou: O my God, delay not.