Psalms Chapter 40
I waited with mad patience for the Lord; then he was like, 'I got you,' and peeped my cry.
[To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.] I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. {I waited...: Heb. In waiting I waited}
He yanked me outta a tough spot, put my feet on solid ground, and got me vibing right.
He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, {and} established my goings. {an...: Heb. a pit of noise}
He dropped a fresh track in my mouth, all praise to our God: many will see it and be shook, trust in the Lord.
And he hath put a new song in my mouth, {even} praise unto our God: many shall see {it}, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.
Blessed is the homie who puts their trust in the Lord and doesn’t mess with the proud or those dishing out lies.
Blessed {is} that man that maketh the LORD his trust, and respecteth not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.
Yo, Lord my God, your works are straight-up dope, and your thoughts towards us are wild: can’t even keep track of them all!
Many, O LORD my God, {are} thy wonderful works {which} thou hast done, and thy thoughts {which are} to us-ward: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: {if} I would declare and speak {of them}, they are more than can be numbered. {they cannot...: or, none can order them unto thee}
You weren’t about that sacrifice grind; you opened my ears: burnt offerings and sin offerings aren’t your vibe.
Sacrifice and offering thou didst not desire; mine ears hast thou opened: burnt offering and sin offering hast thou not required. {opened: Heb. digged}
So I was like, 'Yo, I’m here!' It’s all written about me in the book.
Then said I, Lo, I come: in the volume of the book {it is} written of me,
I’m all about doing your will, O my God: your law is in my heart, no cap.
I delight to do thy will, O my God: yea, thy law {is} within my heart. {within...: Heb. in the midst of my bowels}
I’ve been preaching righteousness to the crew: I didn’t hold back my words, O Lord, you know it’s true.
I have preached righteousness in the great congregation: lo, I have not refrained my lips, O LORD, thou knowest.
I didn’t stash your righteousness in my heart; I’ve been shouting your faithfulness and salvation: for real, I’ve been real about your kindness and truth.
I have not hid thy righteousness within my heart; I have declared thy faithfulness and thy salvation: I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truth from the great congregation.
Don’t keep your mercy from me, O Lord: keep your kindness and truth on deck for me.
Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O LORD: let thy lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me.
I’m surrounded by all these bad vibes: my sins are dragging me down, can’t even look up; they’re more than the hairs on my head: my heart’s feeling heavy.
For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me. {falleth: Heb. forsaketh}
Please, O Lord, come through and save me: O Lord, hurry up and help me out.
Be pleased, O LORD, to deliver me: O LORD, make haste to help me.
Let those who wanna take me down be ashamed together; let them be sent packing and embarrassed for wishing me harm.
Let them be ashamed and confounded together that seek after my soul to destroy it; let them be driven backward and put to shame that wish me evil.
Let them be left out in the cold for their shame when they’re like, 'Gotcha!'
Let them be desolate for a reward of their shame that say unto me, Aha, aha.
Let all who seek you vibe and be hype in you: let those who love your salvation keep shouting, 'The Lord is lit.'
Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: let such as love thy salvation say continually, The LORD be magnified.
But I’m broke and in need; still, the Lord’s got me on his mind: you’re my help and my savior; don’t take your time, O my God.
But I {am} poor and needy; {yet} the Lord thinketh upon me: thou {art} my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God.