To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. 8,6,8,6 ^1I waited for the Lord my God, and patiently did bear; At length to me he did incline my voice and cry to hear. ^2He took me from a fearful pit, and from the miry clay, And on a rock he set my feet, establishing my way. ^3He put a new song in my mouth, our God to magnify: Many shall see it, and shall fear, and on the Lord rely. ^4O blessed is the man whose trust upon the Lord relies; Respecting not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies. ^5O Lord my God, full many are the wonders thou hast done; Thy gracious thoughts to us-ward far above all thoughts are gone: In order none can reckon them to thee: if them declare, And speak of them I would, they more than can be number'd are. ^6No sacrifice nor offering didst thou at all desire; Mine ears thou bor'd: sin-off ring thou and burnt didst not require: ^7Then to the Lord these were my words, I come, behold and see; Within the volume of the book it written is of me: ^8To do thy will I take delight, O thou my God that art; Yea, that most holy law of thine I have within my heart. ^9Within the congregation great I righteousness did preach: Lo, thou dost know, O Lord, that I refrained not my speech. ^10I never did within my heart conceal thy righteousness; I thy salvation have declar'd, and shown thy faithfulness: Thy kindness, which most loving is, concealed have not I, Nor from the congregation great have hid thy verity. ^11Thy tender mercies, Lord, from me O do thou not restrain; Thy loving-kindness, and thy truth, let them me still maintain. ^12For ills past reck'ning compass me, and mine iniquities Such hold upon me taken have, I cannot lift mine eyes: They more than hairs are on mine head, thence is my heart dismay'd. ^13Be pleased, Lord, to rescue me; Lord, hasten to mine aid. ^14Sham'd and confounded be they all that seek my soul to kill; Yea, let them backward driven be, and sham'd, that wish me ill. ^15For a reward of this their shame confounded let them be. That in this manner scoffing say, Aha, aha! to me. ^16In thee let all be glad, and joy, who seeking thee abide; Who thy salvation love, say still, The Lord be magnify'd. ^17I'm poor and needy, yet the Lord of me a care doth take: Thou art my help and saviour, my God, no tarrying make. |