Salmos 40

1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. I waited patiently for Yahweh; And he inclined to me, and heard my cry.

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

3 And he has put a new song in my mouth, even praise to our God: Many will see it, and fear, And will trust in Yahweh.

4 Blessed is the [noble] man who makes Yahweh his trust, And does not respect the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.

5 Many, O Yahweh my God, are the wonderful works which you have done, And your thoughts which are toward us; They can't be set in order to you; If I would declare and speak of them, They are more than can be numbered.

6 Sacrifice and offering you have no delight in; My ears you have opened: Burnt-offering and sin-offering you have not required.

7 Then I said, Look, I have come; In the roll of the book it is written of me:

8 I delight to do your will, O my God; Yes, your law is inside me.

9 I have proclaimed the good news of righteousness in the great assembly; Look, I will not refrain my lips, O Yahweh, you know.

10 I have not hid your righteousness inside my heart; I have declared your faithfulness and your salvation; I have not concealed your loving-kindness and your truth from the great assembly.

11 Don't withhold your tender mercies from me, O Yahweh; Let your loving-kindness and your truth continually preserve me.

12 For innumerable evils have surrounded me; My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up; They are more than the hairs of my head; And my heart has failed me.

13 Be pleased, O Yahweh, to deliver me: Hurry to help me, O Yahweh.

14 Let them be put to shame and confounded together That seek after my soul to destroy it: Let them be turned backward and brought to dishonor That delight in my hurt.

15 Let them be desolate by reason of their shame That say to me, Aha, aha.

16 Let all those who seek you rejoice and be glad in you: Let such as love your salvation say continually, Yahweh be magnified.

17 But I am poor and needy; [Yet] the Lord thinks on me: You are my help and my deliverer; Make no tarrying, O my God.