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¹ For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. I waited patiently for Yahweh; And he inclined to me, and heard my cry.² He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay; And he set my feet on a rock, and established my goings.³ And he has put a new song in my mouth, even praise to our God: Many shall see it, and fear, And shall trust in Yahweh.⁴ Blessed is the [noble] man that makes Yahweh his trust, And does not respect the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.⁵ Many, O Yahweh my God, are the wonderful works which you have done, And your thoughts which are toward us; They can't be set in order to you; If I would declare and speak of them, They are more than can be numbered.

⁶ Sacrifice and offering you have no delight in; My ears you have opened: Burnt-offering and sin-offering you have not required.⁷ Then I said, Look, I have come; In the roll of the book it is written of me:⁸ I delight to do your will, O my God; Yes, your law is inside me.⁹ I have proclaimed glad tidings of righteousness in the great assembly; Look, I will not refrain my lips, O Yahweh, you know.¹⁰ I have not hid your righteousness inside my heart; I have declared your faithfulness and your salvation; I have not concealed your loving-kindness and your truth from the great assembly.

¹¹ Don't withhold your tender mercies from me, O Yahweh; Let your loving-kindness and your truth continually preserve me.¹² For innumerable evils have compassed me about; My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up; They are more than the hairs of my head; And my heart has failed me.¹³ Be pleased, O Yahweh, to deliver me: Hurry to help me, O Yahweh.¹⁴ Let them be put to shame and confounded together That seek after my soul to destroy it: Let them be turned backward and brought to dishonor That delight in my hurt.¹⁵ Let them be desolate by reason of their shame That say to me, Aha, aha.¹⁶ Let all those that seek you rejoice and be glad in you: Let such as love your salvation say continually, Yahweh be magnified.¹⁷ But I am poor and needy; [Yet] the Lord thinks on me: You are my help and my deliverer; Make no tarrying, O my God.