Psalm 40:1–7

1  I †awaited patiently for the Lord;

And he inclined unto me, and bheard my cry.

2  He brought me up also out of †an horrible pit, out of the cmiry dclay,

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

3  And 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.

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

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

5  Many, 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 more than can be numbered.

6  qSacrifice and offering thou didst not desire;

Mine ears hast thou †opened:

Burnt offering and sin offering hast thou not required.

7  Then said I, Lo, I come:

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