Rotherham(i)
1 [To the Chief Musician. David’s. A Melody.]
I waited patiently for Yahweh,––And he inclined, unto me, and heard my cry for help; 2 So he brought me up, Out of the destroying pit, Out of the swampy mire,––And set, upon a cliff, my feet, Making firm my steps: 3 Then put he, into my mouth, a new song, Praise to our God,––Many shall see and revere, And shall trust in Yahweh. 4 How happy the man, Who hath made Yahweh his confidence, who hath not turned unto the haughty, nor gone aside unto falsehood. 5 Mighty things, hast thou done––Thou, Yahweh my God, Thy wonderful doings and thy purposes to–wards us, There is no setting them in order unto thee––I would tell, and would speak!––They are too great to rehearse.
I waited patiently for Yahweh,––And he inclined, unto me, and heard my cry for help; 2 So he brought me up, Out of the destroying pit, Out of the swampy mire,––And set, upon a cliff, my feet, Making firm my steps: 3 Then put he, into my mouth, a new song, Praise to our God,––Many shall see and revere, And shall trust in Yahweh. 4 How happy the man, Who hath made Yahweh his confidence, who hath not turned unto the haughty, nor gone aside unto falsehood. 5 Mighty things, hast thou done––Thou, Yahweh my God, Thy wonderful doings and thy purposes to–wards us, There is no setting them in order unto thee––I would tell, and would speak!––They are too great to rehearse.