To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
1 I waited patiently for the Lord;
And He inclined to me,
And heard my cry.
Out of the miry clay,
And set my feet upon a rock,
And established my steps.
Praise to our God;
Many will see it and fear,
And will trust in the Lord.
And does not respect the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.
Which You have done;
And Your thoughts toward us
Cannot be recounted to You in order;
If I would declare and speak of them,
They are more than can be numbered.
My ears You have opened.
Burnt offering and sin offering You did not require.
In the scroll of the book it is written of me.
And Your law is within my heart.”
In the great assembly;
Indeed, I do not restrain my lips,
O Lord, You Yourself know.
I have declared Your faithfulness and Your salvation;
I have not concealed Your lovingkindness and Your truth
From the great assembly.
Let Your lovingkindness and Your truth continually preserve me.
My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up;
They are more than the hairs of my head;
Therefore my heart fails me.
O Lord, make haste to help me!
Who seek to destroy my [a]life;
Let them be driven backward and brought to dishonor
Who wish me evil.
Who say to me, “Aha, aha!”
Let such as love Your salvation say continually,
“The Lord be magnified!”
Yet the Lord thinks upon me.
You are my help and my deliverer;
Do not delay, O my God.