Psalm 40:1–11

¹I waited patiently for the Lord;

he inclined to me and heard my cry.

²He drew me up from the desolate pit,

out of the miry bog,

and set my feet upon a rock,

making my steps secure.

³He put a new song in my mouth,

a song of praise to our God.

Many will see and fear,

and put their trust in the Lord.

⁴Blessed is the man who makes

the Lord his trust,

who does not turn to the proud,

to those who go astray after false gods!

⁵Thou hast multiplied, O Lord my God,

thy wondrous deeds and thy thoughts toward us;

none can compare with thee!

Were I to proclaim and tell of them,

they would be more than can be numbered.

⁶Sacrifice and offering thou dost not desire;

but thou hast given me an open ear.

Burnt offering and sin offering

thou hast not required.

⁷Then I said, “Lo, I come;

in the roll of the book it is written of me;

⁸I delight to do thy will, O my God;

thy law is within my heart.”

⁹I have told the glad news of deliverance

in the great congregation;

lo, I have not restrained my lips,

as thou knowest, O Lord.

¹⁰I have not hid thy saving help within my heart,

I have spoken of thy faithfulness and thy salvation;

I have not concealed thy steadfast love and thy faithfulness

from the great congregation.

¹¹Do not thou, O Lord, withhold

thy mercy from me,

let thy steadfast love and thy faithfulness

ever preserve me!