Psalm 40 Monday Midday 2
I called and called to Yahweh; * he stooped to me and heard my cry.
He pulled me out of the Pit of Destruction, * out of the Muddy Swamp.
He set my feet on a rock, * making my legs secure.
He put in my mouth a new song, * a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and be awed, * and so will trust in Yahweh.
Happy the man * who makes Yahweh his trust,
who turns not to frightful deities * or to fraudulent images.
Yahweh, great things have you done; * my God, wondrous miracles have you worked.
Your thoughts are always on us; * you have no equal.
Were I to declare and tell them, * they would be too many to count.
You had no interest * in sacrifice or offering; * so you made my ear receptive.
Burnt offering and sin offering * you did not request;
then I promised: * “Look, I come;
in the written scroll * it is stated as my duty.
To perform your will * is my concern, my God. * Your law is within my heart.”
I announced the glad news of your deliverance, * in the great assembly.
No, I did not restrain my lips; * Yahweh, you yourself know.
Your kindness I did not conceal * inside my heart.
Your fidelity and saving action * I announced.
I did not hide your kindness * nor your fidelity from the great assembly.
You, Yahweh, did not withhold * your love from me.
Your kindness and fidelity * have always protected me.
But troubles have surrounded me, * too many to be counted.
My sins have caught up with me, * and I am unable to escape.
They are more than the hairs of my head, * and my heart forsakes me.
Run, Yahweh, to rescue me; * Yahweh, hurry to help me.
Let all be shamed and disgraced * who seek to take my life,
sent back with dishonor * who wish me evil,
be dismayed for their shameful slander, * who ha-ha me with scorn.
May they rejoice and be glad in you * all who seek you.
May they ever repeat: * “Great is Yahweh!” * all who love your salvation.
Though I am afflicted and poor, * the Lord will think of me.
My helper and my deliverer are you; * my God, do not delay.
End of Mon Midday 2