40 1-3 I waited and waited and waited for God.
    At last he looked; finally he listened.
He lifted me out of the ditch,
    pulled me from deep mud.
He stood me up on a solid rock
    to make sure I wouldn’t slip.
He taught me how to sing the latest God-song,
    a praise-song to our God.
More and more people are seeing this:
    they enter the mystery,
    abandoning themselves to God.

4-5 Blessed are you who give yourselves over to God,
    turn your backs on the world’s “sure thing,”
    ignore what the world worships;
The world’s a huge stockpile
    of God-wonders and God-thoughts.
Nothing and no one
    compares to you!
I start talking about you, telling what I know,
    and quickly run out of words.
Neither numbers nor words
    account for you.

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He put a new song(A) in my mouth,
    a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear the Lord(B)
    and put their trust(C) in him.

Blessed is the one(D)
    who trusts in the Lord,(E)
who does not look to the proud,(F)
    to those who turn aside to false gods.[a](G)
Many, Lord my God,
    are the wonders(H) you have done,
    the things you planned for us.
None can compare(I) with you;
    were I to speak and tell of your deeds,
    they would be too many(J) to declare.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 40:4 Or to lies