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 ascents. Out of the depths I cry to you, Yahweh.

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

Lord, hear my voice; let your ears be attentive to my pleas for mercy.

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

If you, Yahweh, would mark iniquities, Lord, who could stand?

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

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

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

I wait for Yahweh, my soul waits, and in his word 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 watchmen wait 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.

Israel, hope in Yahweh. Yahweh is merciful, and he is very willing to forgive.

8 He will save Israel from every sin.

It is he who will redeem Israel from all his sins.