Psalms 40

1 For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. I waited patiently for the LORD; He inclined to me and heard my cry.

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 He lifted me up from the pit of despair, out of the miry clay; He set my feet upon a rock, and made my footsteps firm.

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 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.

Then put he, into my mouth, a new song, Praise to our God, —Many shall see and revere, And shall trust in Yahweh.

4 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.

How happy the man, Who hath made Yahweh his confidence, who hath not turned unto the haughty, nor gone aside unto falsehood.

5 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 proclaim and declare them, they are more than I can count.

Mighty things, hast thou done—Thou, Yahweh my God, Thy wonderful doings and thy purposes towards us, There is no setting them in order unto thee—I would tell, and would speak!—They are too great to rehearse.

6 Sacrifice and offering You did not desire, but my ears You have opened. Burnt offerings and sin offerings You did not require.

Sacrifice and meal-offering, thou didst not delight in, Ears, didst thou pierce for me, —Ascending-sacrifice and sin-bearer, thou didst not ask:

7 Then I said, “Here I am, I have come— it is written about me in the scroll:

Then, said I—Lo! I am come, In the written scroll, is it prescribed for me;

8 I delight to do Your will, O my God; Your law is within my heart.”

To do thy good-pleasure, O my God, is my delight, And, thy law, is in the midst of mine inward parts:

9 I proclaim righteousness in the great assembly; behold, I do not seal my lips, as You, O LORD, do know.

I have told the good-tidings of righteousness in a great convocation, Lo! my lips, do I not restrain, O Yahweh, thou, knowest:

10 I have not covered up Your righteousness in my heart; I have declared Your faithfulness and salvation; I have not concealed Your loving devotion and faithfulness from the great assembly.

Thy righteousness, have I not hid in the midst of my heart, Thy faithfulness and thy salvation, have I spoken, I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truthfulness from the great convocation.

11 O LORD, do not withhold Your mercy from me; Your loving devotion and faithfulness will always guard me.

Thou, O Yahweh, wilt not restrain thy compassions from me, Thy lovingkindness and thy truthfulness, shall continually watch over me.

12 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.

For there have closed in upon me, misfortunes beyond number, Mine iniquities have overtaken me, and I cannot see, They have become more than the hairs of my head, And, my courage, hath forsaken me!

13 Be pleased, O LORD, to deliver me; hurry, O LORD, to help me.

Be pleased, O Yahweh, to rescue me, O Yahweh! to help me, make haste!

14 May those who seek my life be ashamed and confounded; may those who wish me harm be repelled and humiliated.

Let them turn pale and then at once blush, who are seeking my life to snatch it away, —Let them draw back, and be confounded, who are taking pleasure in my calamity;

15 May those who say to me, “Aha, aha!” be appalled at their own shame.

Let them be astonished on account of their own shame, who are saying of me, Aha! Aha!

16 May all who seek You rejoice and be glad in You; may those who love Your salvation always say, “The LORD be magnified!”

Let all them be glad and rejoice in thee, who are seekers of thee. Let them say continually—Yahweh be magnified! who are lovers of thy salvation.

17 But I am poor and needy; may the Lord think of me. You are my helper and deliverer; O my God, do not delay.

But, I, being oppressed and needy, May My Lord devise for me, —My help and my deliverer, thou art! O my God, do not tarry!