I hoped earnestly for Yahweh;
And He inclined to me and heard my cry for help.
He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay,
And He set my feet upon a high rock, He established my steps.
He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God;
Many will see and fear
And will trust in Yahweh.

How blessed is the man who has made Yahweh his trust,
And has not turned to the proud, nor to those who stray into falsehood.
Many, O Yahweh my God, are the wondrous deeds You have done,
And Your thoughts toward us;
There is none to compare with You.
I would declare and speak of them,
But they are too numerous to recount.