Psalms 130

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

Af det dybe raaber jeg til dig, Herre!

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

Herre! hør paa min Røst; lad dine Øren mærke paa mine ydmyge Begæringers Røst.

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

Dersom du, Herre, vil tage Vare paa Misgerninger, Herre! hvo kan da bestaa?

4 But you are forgiving so that we might respect you.

Men hos dig er Forladelse, paa det du maa frygtes.

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

Jeg biede efter Herren, min Sjæl biede, og jeg haabede paa hans Ord.

6 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.

Min Sjæl længes efter Herren mere end Vægtere efter Morgenen, Vægtere efter Morgenen.

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

Israel! haab paa Herren; thi hos Herren er Miskundhed, og megen Forløsning er hos ham.

8 He will save Israel from every sin.

Og han skal forløse Israel af alle dets Misgerninger.