<> I waited patiently for Yahweh. He turned to me, and heard my cry.
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.
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.
Blessed is the man who makes Yahweh his trust, And doesn't respect the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.
Many, Yahweh, my God, are the wonderful works which you have done, And your thoughts which are toward us. They can't be set in order to you; If I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
Sacrifice and offering you didn't desire. My ears have you opened: Burnt offering and sin offering have you not required.