Psalms 130

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

The song of greces. Lord, Y criede to thee fro depthes; Lord, here thou mi vois.

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

Thin eeris be maad ententif; in to the vois of my biseching.

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

Lord, if thou kepist wickidnessis; Lord, who schal susteyne?

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

For merci is at thee; and, Lord, for thi lawe Y abood thee. Mi soule susteynede in his word; my soule hopide in the Lord.

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

Fro the morewtid keping til to niyt;

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.

Israel hope in the Lord.

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

For whi merci is at the Lord; and plenteous redempcioun is at hym.

8 He will save Israel from every sin.

And he schal ayen bie Israel; fro alle the wickidnessis therof.