Psalms 130

1 A song of ascents. Out of the depths I cry to You, O LORD!

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

2 O Lord, hear my voice; let Your ears be attentive to my plea for mercy.

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

3 If You, O LORD, kept track of iniquities, then who, O Lord, could stand?

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

4 But with You there is forgiveness, so that You may be feared.

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

5 I wait for the LORD; my soul does wait, and in His word I put my hope.

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

6 My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning— more than watchmen wait for the morning.

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

7 O Israel, put your hope in the LORD, for with the LORD is loving devotion, and with Him is redemption in abundance.

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

8 And He will redeem Israel from all iniquity.

Og han vil forløse Israel fra alle dets Misgerninger.