Psalms 40 To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid. I Wayted paciently for the Lord, & he enclyned vnto me: and hearde my calling.

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid. I Wayted paciently for the Lord, & he enclyned vnto me: and hearde my calling. ² He brought me also out of the horrible pitte, out of the myer and claye, and sett my fete vpon the rocke, and ordred my goynges. ³ And he hath put a new songe in my mouth, euen a thanckesgeuynge vnto oure God. Many shall se it, and feare, and shall put their trust in the Lorde. ⁴ Blessed is the man, that hath sette hys hope in the Lorde, and turned not vnto the proude, and to soch as go aboute with lyes. ⁵ O Lord my God, greate are thy wonderous worckes, which thou hast done: like as be also thy thoughtes which are to vs ward: and yet there is no man that ordreth them vnto the. ⁶ Yf I wolde declare them, and speake of them, they shulde be moo then I am able to expresse. ⁷ Sacrifice and meat offerynge thou woldest not haue, but myne eares hast thou opened: burntofferynges and sacrifice for synne hast thou not required. Then sayd I: Lo, I come. ⁸ In the volume of the boke it is written of me, that I shulde fulfyll thy will, O my God: I am content to do it: yee, thy lawe is wythin my hert. ⁹ I haue declared thy ryghtuousnesse in the great congregacion: Lo, I will not refrayne my lippes, O Lord, & that thou knowest. ¹⁰ I haue not hyd thy ryghtuousnes within my hert my talkynge hath bene of thy truth and of thy saluacion. I haue not kept backe thy louing mercy, & truth from the greate congregacion. ¹¹ Withdrawe not thou thy mercy fro me O Lord, let thy louinge kyndnesse and thy truth alwaye preserue me. ¹² For innumerable troubles are come aboute me: my synnes haue taken soche holde vpon me, that I am not able to loke vp: yee, they are mo in nombre then the heeres of my head, and my hert hath fayled me. ¹³ O Lorde, let it be thy pleasure to deliuer me, make haste (O Lorde) to helpe me. Let them be ashamed & confounded together, that seke after my soule to destroye it: let them be dryuen backward & be put to rebuke, that wish me euell. ¹⁴ Let them be desolate & rewarded wt shame, that saye vnto me: fye vpon the, fye vpon the. ¹⁵ Let all those that seke the, be ioyfull and glad in the: & let soch as loue thy saluacion, saye allwaye the Lorde be praysed. ¹⁶ As for me, I am poore & neadye, but the Lorde careth for me. ¹⁷ Thou art my helper and redemer: make no longe taryinge (O my God.)