For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.
I waited patiently for the LORD;
    he turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth,
    a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear the LORD
    and put their trust in him.
Blessed is the one who trusts in the LORD,
who does not look to the proud,
    to those who turn aside to false gods.
Many, LORD my God, are the wonders you have done,
    the things you planned for us.
None can compare with you;
    were I to speak and tell of your deeds,
    they would be too many to declare.
(NIV)*