Salme 130

1 Sang til Festrejserne. Fra det dybe raaber jeg til dig, HERRE,

A song of degrees. Out of the deepe places haue I called vnto thee, O Lord.

2 o Herre, hør min Røst! Lad dine Ører lytte til min tryglende Røst!

Lord, heare my voyce: let thine eares attend to the voyce of my prayers.

3 Tog du Vare, HERRE, paa Misgerninger, Herre, hvo kunde da bestaa?

If thou, O Lord, straightly markest iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand?

4 Men hos dig er der Syndsforladelse, at du maa frygtes.

But mercie is with thee, that thou mayest be feared.

5 Jeg haaber paa HERREN, min Sjæl haaber paa hans Ord,

I haue waited on the Lord: my soule hath waited, and I haue trusted in his worde.

6 paa Herren bier min Sjæl mer end Vægter paa Morgen, Vægter paa Morgen.

My soule waiteth on the Lord more then the morning watch watcheth for the morning.

7 Israel, bi paa HERREN! Thi hos HERREN er Miskundhed, hos ham er Forløsning i Overflod.

Let Israel waite on the Lord: for with the Lord is mercie, and with him is great redemption.

8 Og han vil forløse Israel fra alle dets Misgerninger.

And he shall redeeme Israel from all his iniquities.