A Song of degrees.

1 Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O LORD.

2 Lord, hear my voice: let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications.

3 If thou, LORD, shouldest mark iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand?

4 But there is forgiveness with thee, that thou mayest be feared.

5 I wait for the LORD, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope.

6 My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.*130.6 I say…: or, which watch unto

7 Let Israel hope in the LORD: for with the LORD there is mercy, and with him is plenteous redemption.

8 And he shall redeem Israel from all his iniquities.

1 'n BEDEVAARTSLIED.

Uit die dieptes roep ek U aan, o Here!

2 Here, hoor na my stem; laat u ore luister na die stem van my smekinge.

3 As U, Here, die ongeregtighede in gedagtenis hou, Here, wie sal bestaan?

4 Maar by U is vergewing, dat U gevrees mag word.

5 Ek wag op die Here; my siel wag, en ek hoop op sy woord.

6 My siel wag op die Here meer as wagters op die môre, wagters op die môre.

7 Wag op die Here, o Israel! want by die Here is die goedertierenheid, en by Hom is daar veel verlossing;

8 en Hy self sal Israel verlos van al sy ongeregtighede.