2 I waited, waited for the LORD;
who bent down and heard my cry,
3 Drew me out of the pit of destruction,
out of the mud of the swamp,
Set my feet upon rock, steadied my steps,
4 And put a new song in my mouth, a hymn to our God.
Many shall look on in awe and they shall trust in the LORD.
5 Happy those whose trust is the LORD,
who turn not to idolatry or to those
who stray after falsehood.
6 How numerous, O LORD, my God,
you have made your wondrous deeds!
And in your plans for us there is none to equal you.
Should I wish to declare or tell them,
too many are they to recount.
7 sacrifice and offering you do not want;
but ears open to obedience you gave me. Holocausts and sin-offerings you do not require;