Psalms 40:1-9 ▼

1 For the choir director. Of David. A Psalm. I hoped earnestly for Yahweh; And He inclined to me and heard my cry for help.

2 He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay, And He set my feet upon a high rock, He established my steps.

3 He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God; Many will see and fear And will trust in Yahweh.

4 How blessed is the man who has made Yahweh his trust, And has not turned to the proud, nor to those who stray into falsehood.

5 Many, O Yahweh my God, are the wondrous deeds You have done, And Your thoughts toward us; There is none to compare with You. I would declare and speak of them, But they are too numerous to recount.

6 Sacrifice and meal offering You have not desired; My ears You have opened; Burnt offering and sin offering You have not required.

7 Then I said, “Behold, I come; In the scroll of the book it is written of me.

8 I desire to do Your will, O my God; Your law is within my inner being.”

9 I proclaim good news of righteousness in the great assembly; Behold, I do not restrain my lips, O Yahweh, You know.