To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
^1I waited for the Lord my God,
and patiently did bear;
At length to me he did incline
my voice and cry to hear.
^2He took me from a fearful pit,
and from the miry clay,
And on a rock he set my feet,
establishing my way.
^3He put a new song in my mouth,
our God to magnify:
Many shall see it, and shall fear,
and on the Lord rely.
^4O blessed is the man whose trust
upon the Lord relies;
Respecting not the proud, nor such
as turn aside to lies.
^5O Lord my God, full many are
the wonders thou hast done;
Thy gracious thoughts to us-ward far
above all thoughts are gone:
In order none can reckon them
to thee: if them declare,
And speak of them I would, they more
than can be number'd are.
^6No sacrifice nor offering
didst thou at all desire;
Mine ears thou bor'd: sin-off ring thou
and burnt didst not require:
^7Then to the Lord these were my words,
I come, behold and see;
Within the volume of the book
it written is of me:
^8To do thy will I take delight,
O thou my God that art;
Yea, that most holy law of thine
I have within my heart.
^9Within the congregation great
I righteousness did preach:
Lo, thou dost know, O Lord, that I
refrained not my speech.
^10I never did within my heart
conceal thy righteousness;
I thy salvation have declar'd,
and shown thy faithfulness:
Thy kindness, which most loving is,
concealed have not I,
Nor from the congregation great
have hid thy verity.
^11Thy tender mercies, Lord, from me
O do thou not restrain;
Thy loving-kindness, and thy truth,
let them me still maintain.
^12For ills past reck'ning compass me,
and mine iniquities
Such hold upon me taken have,
I cannot lift mine eyes:
They more than hairs are on mine head,
thence is my heart dismay'd.
^13Be pleased, Lord, to rescue me;
Lord, hasten to mine aid.
^14Sham'd and confounded be they all
that seek my soul to kill;
Yea, let them backward driven be,
and sham'd, that wish me ill.
^15For a reward of this their shame
confounded let them be.
That in this manner scoffing say,
Aha, aha! to me.
^16In thee let all be glad, and joy,
who seeking thee abide;
Who thy salvation love, say still,
The Lord be magnify'd.
^17I'm poor and needy, yet the Lord
of me a care doth take:
Thou art my help and saviour,
my God, no tarrying make.