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 I cry to you, Yahweh.

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

Lord, hear my voice; let your ears be attentive to my pleas for mercy.

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

If you, Yahweh, would mark iniquities, 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 there is forgiveness with you, that you may be revered.

5 Fro the morewtid keping til to niyt;

I wait for Yahweh, my soul waits, and in his word I hope.

6 Israel hope in the Lord.

My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning.

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

Israel, hope in Yahweh. Yahweh is merciful, and he is very willing to forgive.

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

It is he who will redeem Israel from all his sins.