40:1 To the chiefMusician, A Psalm of David. I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined to me, and heard my cry.
40:2 He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.
40:3 And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise to our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.
40:4 Blessed is that man that maketh the LORD his trust, and respecteth not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.
40:5 Many, O LORD, my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are toward us, they cannot be reckoned up in order to thee: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
40:6 Sacrifice and offering thou didst not desire; my ears hast thou opened: burnt-offering and sin-offering hast thou not required.
40:7 Then said I, Lo, I come: in the volume of the book it is written of me,
40:8 I delight to do thy will, O my God: yea, thy law is within my heart.
40:11 Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O LORD: let thy loving-kindness and thy truth continually preserve me.
40:12 For innumerable evils have encompassed me: my iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of my head: therefore my heart faileth me.
40:13 Be pleased, O LORD, to deliver me: O LORD, make haste to help me.
