I waited, waited for the Lord; who bent down and heard my cry,
Drew me out of the pit of destruction, out of the mud of the swamp
set my feet upon rock, steadied my steps,
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.
Happy those whose trust is the Lord, who turn not to idolatry,
or those who stray after falsehood.