1[A song of degrees.] Out of the depths haue I cryed vnto thee, O Lord. 2Lorde, heare my voice: let thine eares be attentiue to the voice of my supplications. 3If thou, Lord, shouldest marke iniquities: O Lord, who shal stand?4But there is forgiuenesse with thee: that thou mayest be feared. 5I wait for the Lord, my soule doeth waite: and in his worde doe I hope.