Psalms 130

1 A Song of the going up. Out of the deep have I sent up my cry to you, O Lord.

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Lord, I cry out to you from the depths of my pain.

2 Lord, let my voice come before you: let your ears be awake to the voice of my prayer.

Please listen to my cry, and pay attention to what I'm asking.

3 O Jah, if you took note of every sin, who would go free?

Lord, if you kept a list of sins, who could escape being condemned?

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

But you are forgiving so that we might respect you.

5 I am waiting for the Lord, my soul is waiting for him, and my hope is in his word.

I'm waiting for the Lord, longingly waiting, for I trust in his word.

6 My soul is watching for the Lord more than those who are watching for the morning; yes, more than the watchers for the morning.

I long for the Lord to come, more than watchmen longing for the dawn to come, more than watchmen longing for the dawn to come.

7 O Israel, have hope in the Lord; for with the Lord is mercy and full salvation.

Israel, put your hope in the Lord, for the Lord loves us with a trustworthy love and his salvation knows no limits.

8 And he will make Israel free from all his sins.

He will save Israel from every sin.