Psalms 130

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning.

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

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

8 And he shall redeeme Israel from all his iniquities.

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