Psalms 40

1[To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.] I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.

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

3And he hath put a new song in my mouth, praise unto our God: many shall see , and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.

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

5Many, O LORD my God, thy wonderful works thou hast done, and thy thoughts to us-ward: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: I would declare and speak , they are more than can be numbered.