Psalms 130

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

A Song of degrees. Out of the depths do I call upon thee, Jehovah.

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

Lord, hear my voice; let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplication.

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

If thou, Jah, shouldest mark iniquities, Lord, who shall stand?

4 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.

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

5 Fro the morewtid keping til to niyt;

I wait for Jehovah; my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope.

6 Israel hope in the Lord.

My soul [waiteth] for the Lord more than the watchers [wait] for the morning, [more than] the watchers for the morning.

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

Let Israel hope in Jehovah, because with Jehovah there is loving-kindness, and with him is plenteous redemption;

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

And he will redeem Israel from all his iniquities.