Expectans expectavi. Ps.40.I.H.

The first part

The second part

I waited long and sought the Lord,
and patiently did bear,
At length to me he did accord,
my voice and cry to hear.

2 He plucked me from the lake so deep,
out of the mire and clay:
And on a rock did set my feet,
and he did guide my way.

3 To me he taught a Psalm of praise,
which I must show abroad:
And sing new songs of thanks always
unto the Lord our God.

4 When all the folk these things shall see,
as people much afraid:
Then they unto the Lord will flee,
and trust upon his aid.

5 O blest is he whose hope and heart
doth in the Lord remain,
That with the proud doth take no part,
nor such as lie and faine.

6 For Lord my God thy wondrous deeds
in greatness far do pass:
Thy favor towards us exceeds
all things that ever was.

7 When I intend, and do devise
thy works abroad to show:
To such a reckoning they do rise,
thereof no end I know.

8 Burnt offerings thou delightst not in,
I know thy whole desire:
With sacrifice to purge his sin,
thou doest no man require.

9 Meat offerings and sacrifice,
thou wouldst not have at all:
But thou, O Lord hast open made
mine ears to hear withal.

10 But then said I, behold and look,
I come a mean to be:
For in the volume of thy Book,
thus is it said of me;

11 That I O God should do thy mind,
which thing doth like me well:
For in my heart thy Law I find
fast placed there to dwell.

12 Thy justice and thy righteousness
in great resorts I tell:
Behold my tongue no time doth cease.
O Lord, thou knowst full well.

13 I have not hid within my breast
thy goodness as by stealth:
But I declare and have exprest
thy truth and saving health,

14 I keep not close thy loving mind,
That no man should it know.
The trust that in thy truth I find,
to all the Church I show.
For I with mischiefs many one
am sore beset about:
My sins increase and so come on,
I cannot spy them out.

15 For why? in number they exceed
the hairs upon my head:
My heart doth faint for very dread,
that I am almost dead.

16 With speed send help, and set me free,
O Lord, I thee require:
Make haste with aid to succor me,
O Lord at my desire,

17 Let them sustain rebuke and shame,
that seek my soul to spill:
Drive back my foes, and them defame
that wish and would me ill.

18 For their ill feats do them descry,
that would deface my name:
Always at me they rail and cry,
fie on him, fie for shame.

19 Let them in thee have joy and wealth,
that seek to thee always:
That those that love thy saving health,
may say to God be praise.

20 But as for me, I am but poor,
oppressed, and brought full low:
Yet thou, O Lord, wilt me restore
to health full well I know:

21 For why? thou art my hope and trust,
my refuge, help, and stay:
Wherefore my God, as thou art just,
with me no time delay.