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