Ps 40
0 Psalm 40 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
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I waited patiently for YHWH; And he inclined to me, and heard my cry.
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He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay; And he set
my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.
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And he has put a new song in my mouth, even praise to our God: Many shall see
it, and fear, And shall trust in YHWH.
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Blessed is the man that makes YHWH his trust, And respects not the proud, nor such
as turn aside to lies.
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Many, O YHWH my God, are the wonderful works which you have done, And your thoughts
which are to us-ward; They cannot be set in order to you; If I would declare and speak
of them, They are more than can be numbered.
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Sacrifice and offering you have no delight in; Mine ears have you opened: Burnt-offering
and sin-offering have you not required.
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Then said I, Behold, I am come; In the roll of the book it is written of me:
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I delight to do your will, O my God; Yea, your law is within my heart.
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I have proclaimed glad tidings of righteousness in the great assembly; Behold,
I will not refrain my lips, O YHWH, you know.
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I have not hid your righteousness within my heart; I have declared your faithfulness
and your salvation; I have not concealed your lovingkindness and your truth from the
great assembly.
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Withhold not you your tender mercies from me, O YHWH; Let your lovingkindness and
your truth continually preserve me.
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For innumerable evils have compassed me about; Mine iniquities have overtaken me,
so that I am not able to look up; They are more than the hairs of my head; And
my heart has failed me.
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Be pleased, O YHWH, to deliver me: Make haste to help me, O YHWH.
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Let them be put to shame and confounded together That seek after my soul to destroy
it: Let them be turned backward and brought to dishonor That delight in my hurt.
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Let them be desolate by reason of their shame That say to me, Aha, aha.
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Let all those that seek you rejoice and be glad in you: Let such as love your salvation
say continually, YHWH be magnified.
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But I am poor and needy; [Yet] the Lord thinks upon me: You are my help and my deliverer;
Make no tarrying, O my God.