Psalms 130

1 A Song of degrees. Out of the depths have I cried to thee, O LORD.

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

2 LORD, hear my voice: let thy ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications.

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

3 If thou, LORD, shouldest mark iniquities, O LORD, who shall stand?

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

4 But [there is] forgiveness with thee, that thou mayest be feared.

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

5 I wait for the LORD, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope.

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

6 My soul [waiteth] for the LORD more than they that watch for the morning: [I say], [more than] they that watch for the morning.

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

7 Let Israel hope in the LORD: for with the LORD [there is] mercy, and with him [is] plenteous redemption.

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

8 And he shall redeem Israel from all his iniquities.

Og han vil forløse Israel fra alle dets Misgerninger.