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Psalms 40. Expectans expectavi.
I WAITED patiently for the LORD, * and he inclined unto me, and
heard my calling.
2 He brought me also out of the horrible pit, out of the mire
and clay, * and set my feet upon the rock, and ordered my goings.
3 And he hath put a new song in my mouth, * even a thanksgiving
unto our God.
4 Many shall see it, and fear, * and shall put their trust in
the LORD.
5 Blessed is the man that hath set his hope in the LORD, * and
turned not unto the proud, and to such as go about with lies.
6 O LORD my God, great are the wondrous works which thou hast
done, like as be also thy thoughts, which are to us-ward; * and
yet there is no man that ordereth them unto thee.
7 If I should declare them, and speak of them, * they should
be more than I am able to express.
8 Sacrifice and offering thou wouldest not, * but mine ears hast
thou opened.
9 Burnt-offering and sacrifice for sin hast thou not required:
* then said I, Lo, I come;
10 In the volume of the book it is written of me, that I should
fulfil thy will, O my God: * I am content to do it; yea, thy
law is within my heart.
11 I have declared thy righteousness in the great congregation:
* lo, I will not refrain my lips, O LORD, and that thou knowest.
12 I have not hid thy righteousness within my heart; * my talk
hath been of thy truth, and of thy salvation.
13 I have not kept back thy loving mercy and truth * from the
great congregation.
14 Withdraw not thou thy mercy from me, O LORD; * let thy loving-kindness
and thy truth alway preserve me.
15 For innumerable troubles are come about me; my sins have taken
such hold upon me, that I am not able to look up; * yea, they
are more in number than the hairs of my head, and my heart hath
failed me.
16 O LORD, let it be thy pleasure to deliver me; * make haste,
O LORD, to help me.
17 Let them be ashamed, and confounded together, that seek after
my soul to destroy it; * let them be driven backward, and put
to rebuke, that wish me evil.
18 Let them be desolate, and rewarded with shame, * that say
unto me, Fie upon thee! fie upon thee!
19 Let all those that seek thee, be joyful and glad in thee;
* and let such as love thy salvation, say alway, The LORD be
praised.
20 As for me, I am poor and needy; * but the Lord careth for
me.
21 Thou art my helper and redeemer; * make no long tarrying,
O my God.
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