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Psalm 40

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

8,6,8,6

1I waited for the Lord my God,

and patiently did bear;

At length to me he did incline

my voice and cry to hear.

2He took me from a fearful pit,

and from the miry clay,

And on a rock he set my feet,

establishing my way.

3He put a new song in my mouth,

our God to magnify:

Many shall see it, and shall fear,

and on the Lord rely.

4O blessed is the man whose trust

upon the Lord relies;

Respecting not the proud, nor such

as turn aside to lies.

5O Lord my God, full many are

the wonders thou hast done;

Thy gracious thoughts to us-ward far

above all thoughts are gone:

In order none can reckon them

to thee: if them declare,

And speak of them I would, they more

than can be number’d are.

6No sacrifice nor offering

didst thou at all desire;

Mine ears thou bor’d: sin-off ‘ring thou

and burnt didst not require:

7Then to the Lord these were my words,

I come, behold and see;

Within the volume of the book

it written is of me:

8To do thy will I take delight,

O thou my God that art;

Yea, that most holy law of thine

I have within my heart.

9Within the congregation great

I righteousness did preach:

Lo, thou dost know, O Lord, that I

refrained not my speech.

10I never did within my heart

conceal thy righteousness;

I thy salvation have declar’d,

and shown thy faithfulness:

Thy kindness, which most loving is,

concealed have not I,

Nor from the congregation great

have hid thy verity.

11Thy tender mercies, Lord, from me

O do thou not restrain;

Thy loving-kindness, and thy truth,

let them me still maintain.

12For ills past reck’ning compass me,

and mine iniquities

Such hold upon me taken have,

I cannot lift mine eyes:

They more than hairs are on mine head,

thence is my heart dismay’d.

13Be pleased, Lord, to rescue me;

Lord, hasten to mine aid.

14Sham’d and confounded be they all

that seek my soul to kill;

Yea, let them backward driven be,

and sham’d, that wish me ill.

15For a reward of this their shame

confounded let them be.

That in this manner scoffing say,

Aha, aha! to me.

16In thee let all be glad, and joy,

who seeking thee abide;

Who thy salvation love, say still,

The Lord be magnify’d.

17I’m poor and needy, yet the Lord

of me a care doth take:

Thou art my help and saviour,

my God, no tarrying make.

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