1Psalm 40 For the director of music. Of David. A psalm. I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry.
2He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
3He 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.
4Blessed is the man who makes the Lord his trust, who does not look to the proud, to those who turn aside to false gods.
5Many, O Lord my God, are the wonders you have done. The things you planned for us no one can recount to you; were I to speak and tell of them, they would be too many to declare.
6Sacrifice and offering you did not desire, but my ears you have pierced; burnt offerings and sin offerings you did not require.
7Then I said, “Here I am, I have come— it is written about me in the scroll.
8I desire to do your will, O my God; your law is within my heart.”
9I proclaim righteousness in the great assembly; I do not seal my lips, as you know, O Lord.
10I do not hide your righteousness in my heart; I speak of your faithfulness and salvation. I do not conceal your love and your truth from the great assembly.
11Do not withhold your mercy from me, O Lord; may your love and your truth always protect me.
12For troubles without number surround me; my sins have overtaken me, and I cannot see. They are more than the hairs of my head, and my heart fails within me.
13Be pleased, O Lord, to save me; O Lord, come quickly to help me.
14May all who seek to take my life be put to shame and confusion; may all who desire my ruin be turned back in disgrace.
15May those who say to me, “Aha! Aha!” be appalled at their own shame.
16But may all who seek you rejoice and be glad in you; may those who love your salvation always say, “The Lord be exalted!”
17Yet I am poor and needy; may the Lord think of me. You are my help and my deliverer; O my God, do not delay.