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Bay Psalm Book: Psalm 40

To the chief musician, a Psalm of David.

1 With expectation for the Lord

I waited patiently;

and he inclined unto me,

also he heard my cry.

2 He brought me out of dreadful pit,

out of the miry clay,

and set my feet upon a rock,

he stablished my way.

3 And in my mouth put a new song,

of praise out God unto:

many shall see, and fear, upon

the Lord shall trust also.

4 Blest is the man that on the Lord

maketh his trust abide,

nor doth the proud respect, nor such

to lies as turn aside.

5 O thou Jehovah thou my God,

hast many a wonder wrought,

and likewise towards us thou hast

conceived many a thought:

their sum cannot be reck’ned up

in order unto thee:

would I declare and speak of them,

beyond account they be.


6 Thou sacrifice and offering

wouldst not; thou boar’st mine ear:

burnt off’ring and sin offering

thou neither didst require.

7 Then said I, Lo, I come: i’th’ books

roll it is writ of me,

8 To do thy will, God, I delight:

thy laws in my heart be.

9 In the great congregation

thy righteousness I show:

lo, I have not refrain’d my lips,

Jehovah, thou dost know.

10 I have not hid thy righteousness

within my heart alone;

I have declar’d thy faithfulness

and thy salvation:

thy mercy nor thy truth have I

from the great church conceal’d.

11 Let not thy tender mercies be

from me, O Lord, withheld:

let both thy kindness and thy truth

keep me my life throughout.

12 Because innumerable ills

have compast me about:

my sins have caught, me so that I

not able am to see;

more are they then hairs of my head:

therefore my heart fails me.


13 Be pleas’d, Lord, to deliver me:

to help me, Lord, make hast.

14 At once abasht and sham’d let be

who seek my soul to waste;

let them be driven back and sham’d,

that with me misery.

15 Let them be waste to quit their shame

that say to me, fie fie.

16 Let all be glad and joy in thee

that seek thee: let them say

who thy salvation love, The Lord

be magnified alway.

17 I both distress’d and needy am;

the Lord yet thinks on me:

my help and my deliverer thou;

my God, do not tarry.