To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1 I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.
2 He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.
3 And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it , and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.
4 Blessed is that man that maketh the LORD his trust, and respecteth not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.
5 Many, O LORD my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: if I would declare and speak of them , they are more than can be numbered.
6 Sacrifice and offering thou didst not desire; mine ears hast thou opened: burnt offering and sin offering hast thou not required.
7 Then said I, Lo, I come: in the volume of the book it is written of me,
8 I delight to do thy will, O my God: yea, thy law is within my heart.
9 I have preached righteousness in the great congregation: lo, I have not refrained my lips, O LORD, thou knowest.
10 I have not hid thy righteousness within my heart; I have declared thy faithfulness and thy salvation: I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truth from the great congregation.
11 Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O LORD: let thy lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me.
12 For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.
13 Be pleased, O LORD, to deliver me: O LORD, make haste to help me.
14 Let them be ashamed and confounded together that seek after my soul to destroy it; let them be driven backward and put to shame that wish me evil.
15 Let them be desolate for a reward of their shame that say unto me, Aha, aha.
16 Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: let such as love thy salvation say continually, The LORD be magnified.
17 But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me: thou art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God.
1 pro victoria canticum David
2 beatus qui cogitat de paupere in die mala salvabit eum Dominus
3 Dominus custodiet eum et vivificabit eum et beatus erit in terra
et non tradet eum animae inimicorum suorum
4 Dominus confortabit eum in lecto infirmitatis
totum stratum eius vertisti in aegrotatione sua
5 ego dixi Domine miserere mei
sana animam meam quoniam peccavi tibi
6 inimici mei loquentur malum mihi
quando morietur et periet nomen eius
7 et si venerit ut visitet vana loquetur cor eius
congregabit iniquitatem sibi et egrediens foras detrahet
8 simul adversum me murmurabant omnes odientes me
contra cogitabant malum mihi
9 verbum diabuli infundebant sibi
qui dormivit non addet ut resurgat
10 sed et homo pacificus meus in quo habui fiduciam
qui manducabat panem meum levavit contra me plantam
11 tu autem Domine miserere mei
et leva me ut reddam eis
12 in hoc cognovi quod velis me
quia non insultavit inimicus meus mihi
13 ego autem in simplicitate mea adiutus sum a te
et statues me ante faciem tuam in perpetuum
14 benedictus Dominus Deus Israhel
a saeculo et usque in saeculum amen amen