Psalms 130

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

“A psalm of the steps, or the goings up.” Out of the depths do I cry to thee, O LORD!

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

O Lord! listen to my voice, Let thine ears be attentive to my supplication!

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

If thou, LORD, shouldst treasure up transgressions, Lord, who could stand?

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

But with thee is forgiveness, That thou mayst be feared.

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

I trust in the LORD; my soul doth trust, And in his promise do I confide.

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 they who watch for the morning; Yea, more than they who 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.

O Israel! trust in the LORD! For with the LORD is mercy, And with him is plenteous redemption.

8 He will save Israel from every sin.

He will redeem Israel From all his iniquities.