Psalms 130

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

A Song of Degrees. Out of the depths have I cried to thee, O Lord.

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

O Lord, hearken to my voice; let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplication.

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

If thou, O Lord, shouldest mark iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand?

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

For with thee is forgiveness: for thy name's sake

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

have I waited for thee, O Lord, my soul has waited for thy word.

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.

My soul has hoped in the Lord; from the morning watch till night.

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

Let Israel hope in the Lord: for with the Lord is mercy, and with him is plenteous redemption.

8 He will save Israel from every sin.

And he shall redeem Israel from all his iniquities.