Salme 130

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

“A song of the degrees.” Out of the depths have I called thee, O Lord.

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

Lord, listen to my voice: let thy ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications.

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

If thou, Lord, shouldst treasure up iniquities, O Lord, who would be able to stand?

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

But with thee there is forgiveness, in order that thou mayest be feared.

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

I hope for the Lord, my soul doth hope, and for his word do I wait.

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

My soul [waiteth] for the Lord, more than they that watch for the morning expect the morning.

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

Let Israel wait for the Lord; for with the Lord there is kindness, and with him is redemption in abundance;

8 Og han vil forløse Israel fra alle dets Misgerninger.

And he wilt surely redeem Israel from all his iniquities.