Psalms 130

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

The song of greces. Lord, Y criede to thee fro depthes; Lord, here thou mi vois.

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

Thin eeris be maad ententif; in to the vois of my biseching.

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

Lord, if thou kepist wickidnessis; Lord, who schal susteyne?

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

For merci is at thee; and, Lord, for thi lawe Y abood thee. Mi soule susteynede in his word; my soule hopide in the Lord.

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

Fro the morewtid keping til to niyt;

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

Israel hope in the Lord.

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

For whi merci is at the Lord; and plenteous redempcioun is at hym.

8 And He will redeem Israel from all iniquity.

And he schal ayen bie Israel; fro alle the wickidnessis therof.