¹ I waited patiently for Yahweh. He turned to me, and heard my cry.

² He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay. He set my feet on a rock, and gave me a firm place to stand.

³ 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 man who makes Yahweh his trust, and doesn't respect the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.

⁵ Many, Yahweh, my God, are the wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are toward us. They can't be declared back to you. If I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.

⁶ Sacrifice and offering you didn't desire. You have opened my ears. You have not required burnt offering and sin offering.

⁷ Then I said, "Behold, I have come. It is written about me in the book in the scroll.

⁸ I delight to do your will, my God. Yes, your law is within my heart."

⁹ I have proclaimed glad news of righteousness in the great assembly. Behold, I will not seal my lips, Yahweh, you know.

¹⁰ I have not hidden your righteousness within 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, Yahweh. Let your loving kindness and your truth continually preserve me.

¹² For innumerable evils have surrounded me. My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up. They are more than the hairs of my head. My heart has failed me.

¹³ Be pleased, Yahweh, to deliver me. Hurry to help me, Yahweh.

¹⁴ Let them be disappointed and confounded together who seek after my soul to destroy it. Let them be turned backward and brought to dishonor who delight in my hurt.

¹⁵ Let them be desolate by reason of their shame that tell me, "Aha! Aha!"

¹⁶ Let all those who seek you rejoice and be glad in you. Let such as love your salvation say continually, "Let Yahweh be exalted!"

¹⁷ But I am poor and needy. May the Lord think about me. You are my help and my deliverer. Don't delay, my God. For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.

¹ Blessed is he who considers the poor. Yahweh will deliver him in the day of evil.

² Yahweh will preserve him, and keep him alive. He shall be blessed on the earth, and he will not surrender him to the will of his enemies.

³ Yahweh will sustain him on his sickbed, and restore him from his bed of illness.

⁴ I said, "Yahweh, have mercy on me! Heal me, for I have sinned against you."

⁵ My enemies speak evil against me: "When will he die, and his name perish?"

⁶ If he comes to see me, he speaks falsehood. His heart gathers iniquity to itself. When he goes abroad, he tells it.

⁷ All who hate me whisper together against me. They imagine the worst for me.

⁸ "An evil disease," they say, "has afflicted him. Now that he lies he shall rise up no more."

⁹ Yes, my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, who ate bread with me, has lifted up his heel against me.

¹⁰ But you, Yahweh, have mercy on me, and raise me up, that I may repay them.

¹¹ By this I know that you delight in me, because my enemy doesn't triumph over me.

¹² As for me, you uphold me in my integrity, and set me in your presence forever.

¹³ Blessed be Yahweh, the God of Israel, from everlasting and to everlasting! Amen and amen. BOOK II For the Chief Musician. A contemplation by the sons of Korah.

¹ As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.

² My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?

³ My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"

⁴ These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.

⁵ Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.

⁶ My God, my soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.

⁷ Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.

⁸ Yahweh will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.

⁹ I will ask God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"

¹⁰ As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"

¹¹ Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.