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 do I call upon thee, Jehovah.

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

Lord, hear 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, Jah, shouldest mark iniquities, Lord, who shall stand?

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

But there is forgiveness with thee, that thou mayest be feared.

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

I wait for Jehovah; my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope.

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 [waiteth] for the Lord more than the watchers [wait] for the morning, [more than] the watchers for the morning.

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 Jehovah, because with Jehovah there is loving-kindness, and with him is plenteous redemption;

8 He will save Israel from every sin.

And he will redeem Israel from all his iniquities.