Psalms 40

1I waited patiently for Jehovah; And he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.

2He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay; And he set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.

3And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: Many shall see it, and fear, And shall trust in Jehovah.

4Blessed is the man that maketh Jehovah his trust, And respecteth not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.

5Many, O Jehovah my God, are the wonderful works which thou hast done, And thy thoughts which are to us-ward: They cannot be set in order unto thee; If I would declare and speak of them, They are more than can be numbered.