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{To the chief Musician. Of David. A Psalm.} I waited patiently for Jehovah; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.
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And he brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock; he hath established my goings:
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And he hath put a new song in my mouth, praise unto our God. Many shall see it, and fear, and shall confide in Jehovah.
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Blessed is the man that hath made Jehovah his confidence, and turneth not to the proud, and to such as turn aside to lies.
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Thou, O Jehovah my God, hast multiplied thy marvellous works, and thy thoughts toward us: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee; would I declare and speak [them], they are more than can be numbered.
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Sacrifice and oblation thou didst not desire: ears hast thou prepared me. Burnt-offering and sin-offering hast thou not demanded;
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Then said I, Behold, I come, in the volume of the book it is written of me --