Psalm 40–42

Psalm XL.

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

I ^awaited patiently for the Lord;

And he inclined unto me, and ^bheard my cry.

²He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the ^cmiry ^dclay,

And ^eset my feet upon a rock, and ^festablished my goings.

³And he hath put ^ga new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God:

Many shall ^hsee it, and ^hfear, and shall ⁱtrust in the Lord.

^4kBlessed is that man that maketh the Lord his trust,

And respecteth not ^lthe proud, nor such as ^mturn aside to lies.

⁵Many, O Lord my God, are ⁿthy wonderful works which thou hast done,

And ^othy thoughts which are to us-ward:

They cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee:

If I would declare and speak of them,

^pThey are moe than can be numbered.

^6qSacrifice and offering thou didst not desire;

Mine ears hast thou opened:

Burnt offering and sin offering hast thou not required.

⁷Then said I, Lo, I come:

In the ^rvolume of the book it is ^swritten of me,

⁸I delight to do ^tthy will, O my God:

Yea, thy law is ^uwithin my heart.

⁹I have preached righteousness ^win the great congregation:

Lo, ^xI have not ^yrefrained my lips,

O Lord, ^zthou knowest.

¹⁰I have not hid thy righteousness within my heart;

I have declared thy faithfulness and thy salvation:

I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truth from ^uthe great congregation.

^11yWithhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O Lord:

Let ^athy lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me.

¹²For innumerable evils have ^bcompassed me about:

^cMine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up;

^ccThey are moe than the hairs of mine head, therefore ^dmy heart faileth me.

¹³Be pleased, O Lord, ^eto deliver me:

O Lord, ^fmake haste to help me.

^14gLet them be ashamed and confounded together that seek after my soul to destroy it;

Let them be driven backward and put to shame that wish me evil.

¹⁵Let them be ^hdesolate for a reward of their shame

That ⁱsay unto me, Aha, aha!

¹⁶Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee:

Let such as love thy salvation ^ksay continually, ^lThe Lord be magnified.

¹⁷But ^mI am poor and needy; yet ⁿthe Lord thinketh upon me:

Thou art my help and my deliverer;

Make no tarrying, O my God.

Psalm XLI.

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

^aBlessed is he that considereth the poor:

The Lord will ^bdeliver him in time of trouble.

²The Lord will preserve him, and keep him alive;

And he shall be blessed upon the earth:

And thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.

³The Lord will ^bbstrengthen him upon the bed of languishing:

Thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.

⁴I said, Lord, ^cbe merciful unto me:

^dHeal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

⁵Mine enemies speak evil of me,

When shall he die, and his name perish?

⁶And if he come to see me, he ^espeaketh vanity:

His heart gathereth iniquity to itself;

When he goeth abroad, he telleth it.

⁷All that hate me whisper together against me:

Against me do they devise my hurt.

⁸An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him:

And now that he ^flieth he shall rise up no more.

^9gYea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted,

^hWhich did eat of my bread,

Hath lift up his heel against me.

¹⁰But thou, O Lord, ^cbe merciful unto me,

And raise me up, that I may requite them.

¹¹By this I know that thou favourest me,

Because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.

¹²And as for me, ⁱthou upholdest me in mine integrity,

And settest me before thy face for ever.

^13kBlessed be the Lord God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. ^lAmen, and Amen.

Psalms XLII. & XLIII.

To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.

As the hart panteth after ^athe water brooks,

So panteth my soul after thee, O God.

^2bMy soul thirsteth for God, for ^cthe living God:

When shall I come and ^ccappear before God?

^3dMy tears have been my meat day and night,

^eWhile they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

⁴When I remember these things, ^fI pour out my soul in me:

For I had gone with the multitude, I ^gwent with them to the house of God,

With the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.

^5hWhy art thou cast down, O my soul? and ^hwhy art thou ⁱdisquieted in me?

^jHope thou in God: for I shall yet ^kpraise him

For the help of his countenance.

⁶O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee

^lFrom the land of Jordan, and of the ^mHermonites, from the hill Mizar.

⁷ⁿDeep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy ^owaterspouts:

^pAll thy ^qwaves and thy billows are gone over me.

⁸Yet the Lord will ^rcommand his lovingkindness in the daytime,

And ^sin the night his song shall be with me,

And my prayer unto the God of my life.

⁹I will say unto God ^tmy rock, Why hast thou forgotten me?

^uWhy go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

¹⁰As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me;

^eWhile they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?

^11xWhy art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me?

Hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him,

Who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

XLIII.