CHAPTER 40
For the choirmaster.
A Psalm
of David.
I waited patiently for
the LORD;
He inclined
to me
and heard
my cry.
He lifted me up
from the pit
of destruction,
out of the miry
clay;
He set
my feet
upon
a rock,
and made my footsteps
firm.
He put
a new
song
in my mouth,
a hymn of praise
to our God.
Many
will see
and fear
and put their trust
in the LORD.
Blessed
is the man
who
has made
the LORD
his trust,
who has not
turned
to
the proud,
nor to those who lapse
into falsehood!
Many,
O LORD
my God,
are the wonders
You
have done,
and the plans You have
for us—
none
can compare
to You—
if I would proclaim
and declare of them,
they are more
than could be numbered.
Sacrifice
and offering
You did not
desire,
but my ears
You have opened.
Burnt offerings
and sin offerings
You did not
require.
I proclaim
righteousness
in the great
assembly;
behold,
I do not
seal
my lips,
as You
know,
O LORD.
I have not
covered up
Your righteousness
in
my heart;
I have declared
Your faithfulness
and salvation;
I have not
concealed
Your loving devotion
or truth
from the great
assembly.
For
evils
without
number
surround me;
my sins
have overtaken me,
so that I cannot
see.
They are more
than the hairs
of my head,
and my heart
has failed within me.
May those who seek
my life
be ashamed
and confounded;
may those who wish
me harm
be repelled
and humiliated.
May all
who seek You
rejoice
and be glad
in You;
may those who love
Your salvation
always
say,
“The LORD
be magnified!”
But I am
poor
and needy;
may the Lord
think of me.
You
are my helper
and deliverer;
O my God,
do not
delay.