1 I waited patiently for Yahweh, And he inclined to me and heard my cry for help.
2 And so he brought me up from the roaring pit, from the miry clay. And he put my feet upon a rock; he made my steps steady.
3 Then he put a new song in my mouth, a praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and will trust Yahweh.
4 Blessed is the man who makes Yahweh his trust and does not turn to the proud and to those who fall away to a lie.
5 Many things, O Yahweh my God, you have done— your wonderful deeds and your thoughts toward us. There is none to compare with you. If I tried to proclaim and tell of them, they would be too numerous to count.