A song of degrees.
1 Lord, from the depth I cried to thee.
My voice Lord, do thou hear:
unto my supplications voice
let be attent thine ear.
3 Lord, who should stand? if thou o Lord,
Should’st mark iniquity.
4 But with thee there forgiveness is:
that feared thou may’st be.
5 I for the Lord wait, my soul waits:
and I hope in his word.
6 Then morning watchers watch for morn,
more my soul for the Lord.
7 In God hope Isr’el, for mercy
is with the Lord: with him
8 there’s much redemption. From all’s sin
he Isr’el will redeem.