Psalms 130

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

Out of the depths have I cried to you, O LORD.

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

Lord, hear my voice: let your ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications.

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

If you, LORD, should mark iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand?

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

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

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

I wait for the LORD, my soul does 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 waits for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch 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 the LORD: for with the LORD there 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.