1 A song of degrees. Out of the depths haue I cryed vnto thee, O Lord.
2 Lorde, heare my voice: let thine eares be attentiue to the voice of my supplications.
3 If thou, Lord, shouldest marke iniquities: O Lord, who shal stand?
4 But there is forgiuenesse with thee: that thou mayest be feared.
5 I wait for the Lord, my soule doeth waite: and in his worde doe I hope.
6 My soule waiteth for the Lord, more then they that watch for the morning: I say, more then they that watch for the morning.
7 Let Israel hope in the Lord, for with the Lord there is mercy: and with him is plenteous redemption.
8 And hee shall redeeme Israel, from all his iniquities.