Lord, come to my aid.
I have waited, waited for the Lord,
and He stooped toward me.
The Lord heard my cry.
He drew my out of the pit of destruction,
out of the mud of the swamp;
He set my feet up on a crag;
He made firm my steps.
And He put a new song into my mouth,
a hymn to our God.
Many shall look on in awe
and trust in the Lord.
Though I am afllicted and poor,
yet the Lord thinks of me.
You are my help and my deliverer;
O my God, hold not back!