Psalms 40

40 ¹ I waited patiently for our Father; he turned to me and heard my cry. ² He lifted me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the thick mud; he set my feet on a rock, making my steps secure.

³ He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our Father. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in our Father. ⁴ Blessed is the one who makes our Father his trust, who does not turn to the proud, to those who chase after lies.

⁵ Many, my Father, are the wonders you have done, and your thoughts toward us; none can compare with you. If I were to declare and tell them, they would be too many to count. ⁶ Sacrifice and offering you did not desire, but you have opened my ears. Burnt offering and sin offering you did not require. ⁷ Then I said, "Here I am, I have come — in the scroll of the book it is written of me."

⁸ I desire to do your will, my Father; your law is within my heart. ⁹ I have proclaimed the good news of righteousness in the great assembly; I have not sealed my lips, my Father, as you know.

¹⁰ I have not hidden your righteousness within my heart; I have spoken of your faithfulness and your salvation. I have not concealed your covenant love and your truth from the great assembly. ¹¹ Do not withhold your tender compassion from me, my Father; may your covenant love and your truth always preserve me.

¹² For 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 me. ¹³ Please, my Father, deliver me; my Father, hurry and help me. ¹⁴ Let all who seek to take my life be ashamed and humiliated; let those who desire my ruin be turned back in disgrace.

¹⁵ Let those who say to me, "Aha! Aha!" be appalled at their own shame. ¹⁶ But let all who seek you rejoice and be glad in you; let those who love your salvation always say, "Great is our Father!" ¹⁷ As for me, I am poor and needy; may the Sovereign Father think of me. You are my help and my deliverer; do not delay, my Father.