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To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. I waited patiently for the LORD; he inclined to me and heard my cry.
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He drew me up from the desolate pit, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure.
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He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the LORD.
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Blessed is the man who makes the LORD his trust, who does not turn to the proud, to those who go astray after false gods!
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Thou hast multiplied, O LORD my God, thy wondrous deeds and thy thoughts toward us; none can compare with thee! Were I to proclaim and tell of them, they would be more than can be numbered.
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Sacrifice and offering thou dost not desire; but thou hast given me an open ear. Burnt offering and sin offering thou hast not required.
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Then I said, "Lo, I come; in the roll of the book it is written of me;
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I delight to do thy will, O my God; thy law is within my heart."
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I have told the glad news of deliverance in the great congregation; lo, I have not restrained my lips, as thou knowest, O LORD.
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I have not hid thy saving help within my heart, I have spoken of thy faithfulness and thy salvation; I have not concealed thy steadfast love and thy faithfulness from the great congregation.
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Do not thou, O LORD, withhold thy mercy from me, let thy steadfast love and thy faithfulness ever preserve me!
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For evils have encompassed me without number; my iniquities have overtaken me, till I cannot see; they are more than the hairs of my head; my heart fails me.
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Be pleased, O LORD, to deliver me! O LORD, make haste to help me!