Psalms 130

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you are forgiving so that we might respect you.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

8 And he shall redeeme Israel from all his iniquities.

He will save Israel from every sin.