JPS Tanakh 1917
1For the Leader. A Psalm of David.
2I waited patiently for the LORD;
And He inclined unto me, and heard my cry.
3He brought me up also out of the tumultuous pit, out of the miry clay;
And He set my feet upon a rock, He established my goings.
4And He hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God; Many shall see, and fear,
And shall trust in the LORD.
5Happy is the man that hath made the LORD his trust,
And hath not turned unto the arrogant, nor unto such as fall away treacherously.
6Many things hast Thou done, O LORD my God,
Even Thy wonderful works, and Thy thoughts toward us;
There is none to be compared unto Thee!
If I would declare and speak of them,
They are more than can be told.
7Sacrifice and meal-offering Thou hast no delight in;
Mine ears hast Thou opened;
Burnt-offering and sin-offering hast Thou not required.
8Then said I: ‘Lo, I am come
With the roll of a book which is prescribed for me;
9I delight to do Thy will, O my God;
Yea, Thy law is in my inmost parts.’
10I have preached righteousness in the great congregation,
Lo, I did not refrain my lips;
O LORD, Thou knowest.
11I have not hid Thy righteousness within my heart;
I have declared Thy faithfulness and Thy salvation;
I have not concealed Thy mercy and Thy truth from the great congregation.
12Thou, O LORD, wilt not withhold Thy compassions from me;
Let Thy mercy and Thy truth continually preserve me.
13For innumerable evils have compassed me about,
Mine iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up;
They are more than the hairs of my head, and my heart hath failed me.
14Be pleased, O LORD, to deliver me;
O LORD, make haste to help me.
15Let them be ashamed and abashed together
That seek after my soul to sweep it away;
Let them be turned backward and brought to confusion
That delight in my hurt.
16Let them be appalled by reason of their shame
That say unto me: ‘Aha, aha.’
17Let all those that seek Thee rejoice and be glad in Thee;
Let such as love Thy salvation say continually:
‘The LORD be magnified.’
18But, as for me, that am poor and needy,
The Lord will account it unto me;
Thou art my help and my deliverer;
O my God, tarry not.