Psalms 130

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

A Song of Ascents. Out of the depths, have I cried unto thee, O Yahweh.

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

O My Lord! hearken thou unto my voice, —Let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications,

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

If, iniquities, thou shouldest mark, O Yah, O My Lord, who could 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, with thee, is forgiveness, that thou mayest be revered.

5 Fro the morewtid keping til to niyt;

I have waited for Yahweh, My soul hath waited for his word;

6 Israel hope in the Lord.

I have hoped, O my soul, for My Lord, more than they who watch for the morning, who watch for the morning.

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

Wait, O Israel, for Yahweh, —for, with Yahweh, is lovingkindness, and there aboundeth with him—redemption.

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

He, therefore, will redeem Israel from all his iniquities.