Psalms 130

1 A song of degrees. Out of the deepe places haue I called vnto thee, O Lord.

Sang til Festrejserne. Fra det dybe raaber jeg til dig, HERRE,

2 Lord, heare my voyce: let thine eares attend to the voyce of my prayers.

o Herre, hør min Røst! Lad dine Ører lytte til min tryglende Røst!

3 If thou, O Lord, straightly markest iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand?

Tog du Vare, HERRE, paa Misgerninger, Herre, hvo kunde da bestaa?

4 But mercie is with thee, that thou mayest be feared.

Men hos dig er der Syndsforladelse, at du maa frygtes.

5 I haue waited on the Lord: my soule hath waited, and I haue trusted in his worde.

Jeg haaber paa HERREN, min Sjæl haaber paa hans Ord,

6 My soule waiteth on the Lord more then the morning watch watcheth for the morning.

paa Herren bier min Sjæl mer end Vægter paa Morgen, Vægter paa Morgen.

7 Let Israel waite on the Lord: for with the Lord is mercie, and with him is great redemption.

Israel, bi paa HERREN! Thi hos HERREN er Miskundhed, hos ham er Forløsning i Overflod.

8 And he shall redeeme Israel from all his iniquities.

Og han vil forløse Israel fra alle dets Misgerninger.