Psalms 40:1-9

¹To him that excelleth. A Psalme of David. I Waited paciently for the Lord, and he inclined vnto me, and heard my cry.

²Hee brought mee also out of the horrible pit, out of the myrie clay, and set my feete vpon the rocke, and ordered my goings.

³And he hath put in my mouth a new song of praise vnto our God: many shall see it and feare, and shall trust in the Lord.

⁴Blessed is the man that maketh the Lord his trust, and regardeth not the proude, nor such as turne aside to lyes.

⁵O Lord my God, thou hast made thy wonderfull workes so many, that none can count in order to thee thy thoughts toward vs: I would declare, and speake of them, but they are moe then I am able to expresse.

⁶Sacrifice and offering thou didest not desire: (for mine eares hast thou prepared) burnt offring and sinne offering hast thou not required.

⁷Then said I, Lo, I come: for in the rolle of the booke it is written of me,

⁸I desired to doe thy good will, O my God: yea, thy Lawe is within mine heart.

⁹I haue declared thy righteousnesse in the great Congregation: loe, I will not refraine my lippes: O Lord, thou knowest.