Psalms 40:1-5

¹“To the chief musician, a psalm of David.” (40:2) I had waited patiently for the Lord, when he inclined himself unto me, and heard my cry.

²(40:3) And he brought me up out of the noiseful deep, out of the miry clay, and he set up my feet upon a rock, making firm my steps.

³(40:4) And he placed in my mouth a new song, a praise unto our God: many will see it, and fear; and they will trust in the Lord.

⁴(40:5) Happy is the man that maketh the Lord his trust, and turneth not unto the proud, nor such as stray aside unto lies.

⁵(40:6) Many things hast thou done, O Lord my God; thy wonderful deeds and thy thoughts toward us—there is none to be compared unto thee—will I tell and speak of, though they are too numerous to be counted.