1
the
chief
Musician,
A
Psalm
of
David.
I
waited
patiently
for
the
LORD;
and
he
inclined
unto
me,
and
heard
my
cry.
2
He
brought
me
up
also
out
of
an
horrible
pit,
out
of
the
miry
clay,
and
set
my
feet
upon
a
rock,
[and]
established
my
goings.
3
And
he
hath
put
a
new
song
in
my
mouth,
[even]
praise
unto
our
God:
many
shall
see
[it],
and
fear,
and
shall
trust
in
the
LORD.
4
Blessed
[is]
that
man
that
maketh
the
LORD
his
trust,
and
respecteth
not
the
proud,
nor
such
as
turn
aside
to
lies.
5
Many,
O
LORD
my
God,
[are]
thy
wonderful
works
[which]
thou
hast
done,
and
thy
thoughts
[which
are]
to
us–ward:
they
cannot
be
reckoned
up
in
order
unto
thee:
[if]
I
would
declare
and
speak
[of
them],
they
are
more
than
can
be
numbered.
6
Sacrifice
and
offering
thou
didst
not
desire;
mine
ears
hast
thou
opened:
burnt
offering
and
sin
offering
hast
thou
not
required.
7
Then
said
I,
Lo,
I
come:
in
the
volume
of
the
book
[it
is]
written
of
8
I
delight
to
do
thy
will,
O
my
God:
yea,
thy
law
[is]
within
my
heart.
9
I
have
preached
righteousness
in
the
great
congregation:
lo,
I
have
not
refrained
my
lips,
O
LORD,
thou
knowest.
10
I
have
not
hid
thy
righteousness
within
my
heart;
I
have
declared
thy
faithfulness
and
thy
salvation:
I
have
not
concealed
thy
lovingkindness
and
thy
truth
from
the
great
congregation.
11
Withhold
not
thou
thy
tender
mercies
from
me,
O
LORD:
let
thy
lovingkindness
and
thy
truth
continually
preserve
12
For
innumerable
evils
have
compassed
me
about:
mine
iniquities
have
taken
hold
upon
me,
so
that
I
am
not
able
to
look
up;
they
are
more
than
the
hairs
of
mine
head:
therefore
my
heart
faileth
13
Be
pleased,
O
LORD,
to
deliver
me:
O
LORD,
make
haste
to
help
14
Let
them
be
ashamed
and
confounded
together
that
seek
after
my
soul
to
destroy
it;
let
them
be
driven
backward
and
put
to
shame
that
wish
me
evil.
15
Let
them
be
desolate
for
a
reward
of
their
shame
that
say
unto
me,
Aha,
aha.
16
Let
all
those
that
seek
thee
rejoice
and
be
glad
in
thee:
let
such
as
love
thy
salvation
say
continually,
The
LORD
be
magnified.
17
But
I
[am]
poor
and
needy;
[yet]
the
Lord
thinketh
upon
me:
thou
[art]
my
help
and
my
deliverer;
make
no
tarrying,
O
my
God.