Psalms 130

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fro the morewtid keping til to niyt;

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

Israel hope in the Lord.

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

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

8 And he shall redeeme Israel from all his iniquities.

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