Psalm 40-42

Darby Translation

To the chief Musician. Of David. A Psalm.

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

² And he brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock; he hath established my goings:

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

⁴ Blessed is the man that hath made Jehovah his confidence, and turneth not to the proud, and to such as turn aside to lies.

⁵ Thou, O Jehovah my God, hast multiplied thy marvellous works, and thy thoughts toward us: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee; would I declare and speak [them], they are more than can be numbered.

⁶ Sacrifice and oblation thou didst not desire: ears hast thou prepared me. Burnt-offering and sin-offering hast thou not demanded;

⁷ Then said I, Behold, I come, in the volume of the book it is written of me—

⁸ To do thy good pleasure, my God, is my delight, and thy law is within my heart.

⁹ I have published righteousness in the great congregation: behold, I have not withheld my lips, Jehovah, *thou* knowest.

¹⁰ I have not hidden thy righteousness within my heart; I have declared thy faithfulness and thy salvation: I have not concealed thy loving-kindness and thy truth from the great congregation.

¹¹ Withhold not thou, Jehovah, thy tender mercies from me; let thy loving-kindness and thy truth continually preserve me.

¹² For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I cannot see; they are more than the hairs of my head: and my heart hath failed me.

¹³ Be pleased, O Jehovah, to deliver me; Jehovah, make haste to my help.

¹⁴ Let them be ashamed and brought to confusion together that seek after my soul to destroy it; let them be turned backward and confounded that take pleasure in mine adversity;

¹⁵ Let them be desolate, because of their shame, that say unto me, Aha! Aha!

¹⁶ Let all those that seek thee be glad and rejoice in thee; let such as love thy salvation say continually, Jehovah be magnified!

¹⁷ But I am afflicted and needy: the Lord thinketh upon me. Thou art my help and my deliverer: my God, make no delay.

To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

41 Blessed is he that understandeth the poor: Jehovah will deliver him in the day of evil.

² Jehovah will preserve him, and keep him alive; he shall be made happy in the land; and thou wilt not deliver him to the will of his enemies.

³ Jehovah will sustain him upon the bed of languishing: thou turnest all his bed in his sickness.

⁴ As for me, I said, Jehovah, be gracious unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

⁵ Mine enemies wish me evil: When will he die, and his name perish?

⁶ And if one come to see [me], he speaketh falsehood; his heart gathereth wickedness to itself: he goeth abroad, he telleth [it].

⁷ All that hate me whisper together against me; against me do they devise my hurt.

⁸ A thing of Belial cleaveth fast unto him; and now that he is laid down, he will rise up no more.

⁹ Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I confided, who did eat of my bread, hath lifted up [his] heel against me.

¹⁰ But thou, Jehovah, be gracious unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.

¹¹ By this I know that thou delightest in me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.

¹² But as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.

¹³ Blessed be Jehovah, the God of Israel, from eternity to eternity! Amen, and Amen.

To the chief Musician. An instruction; of the sons of Korah.

42 As the hart panteth after the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

² My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

³ My tears have been my bread day and night, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

⁴ These things I remember and have poured out my soul within me: how I passed along with the multitude, how I went on with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a festive multitude.

⁵ Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [for] the health of his countenance.

⁶ My God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and the Hermons, from mount Mizar.

⁷ Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy cataracts; all thy breakers and thy billows are gone over me.

⁸ In the day-time will Jehovah command his loving-kindness, and in the night his song shall be with me, a prayer unto the God of my life.

⁹ I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

¹⁰ As with a crushing in my bones mine adversaries reproach me, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

¹¹ Why art thou cast down, my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [who is] the health of my countenance, and my God.