Psalm XL

I Waited long, seeking the Lord,
And patiently [his hand] did bear;
And he inclined unto me,
And did my [cry and] prayer hear.

He took me from an horrid pit,
Out of the [sordid] miry clay,
And set my feet upon a Rock,
And [safely] stablished my way.

He put a new song in my mouth,
Our God to [praise and] magnifie;
Many shall see, and fear the Lord,
And shall [by faith] on him rely.

O blessed is that man, whose trust
Upon the Lord [alone] relies!
Respecting not the proud, nor such
As turn aside [from truth] to lyes.

O Lord my God, how many are
The wonders thou [for us] hast wrought?
By which thou hast made known to us
The measures of thy [gracious] thoughts.
They cannot all be reckoned up
[By-us] in order unto thee;
If I would mention them, they'r more
Than numbered by man can be.

Thou dost no bloody sacrifice,
Or offering [of us] desire;
Burnt-offering, and sin-offering,
Thou dost not now [of man] require.
Mine ear thou openedst to thy call;

Then said I [to thee] Loe, I come,
For so of me it written is
Even in thy [sacred] book's Volumne.

My God, I come to do thy will,
It is my [work and] great delight;
My heart within the Tables is
Where thou thy [holy] Law didst write.

In the great Congregation I
Thy [truth and] righteousness did preach;
Thou know'st, Lord, I did not refrain
By [sinful] silence holy speech.

I have not in my heart conceal'd
Thy [sacred] truth and righteousness,
But openly I have declar'd
Thy [saving] grace and faithfulness.
Thy loving kindness I declar'd,
I did it not [from men] conceal;
To thy great Congregations
Thy [holy] truth I did reveal.

Thy tender saving mercies, Lord,
With hold not, nor [to me] deny;
Let thy benignity and truth
Keep me [from ill] continually.

For I am compassed about
With evils [great and] manifold;
I am not able to look up,
My sins [on me] do take such hold.
More than hairs on my head they are,
Therefore my [failing] heart's dismaid;
Be pleased, Lord, to deliver me,
[O Lord] make hast to be my aid.

Shame and confusion be to all
That seek my [guiltless] blood to spill;
Let them be driven back, and sham'd,
Who wish [in heart] my wrongful ill.

For a reward of this their shame,
[Then] desolate let them [all] be,
Who in my hurt do cry Aha,
[With scorn] and triumph over me.

Let all that truly seek thy face,
Joy and be [ever] glad in thee;
Let such a love thy grace still say,
[Our] God [shall] magnified be.

I weak, and poor, and needy am,
But [yet am] not of God forgot:
Thou art my help and saviour,
My God, O [too long] tarry not.