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 deepe places haue I called vnto thee, O Lord.

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

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

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

If thou, O Lord, straightly markest iniquities, O 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 mercie is with thee, that thou mayest be feared.

5 Fro the morewtid keping til to niyt;

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

6 Israel hope in the Lord.

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

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

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

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

And he shall redeeme Israel from all his iniquities.