1 The song of degrees. Lord, I cried to thee from the depths;

2 Lord, hear thou my voice. Thine ears be made attentive into the voice of my beseeching.

3 Lord, if thou keepest wickednesses; Lord, who shall sustain, or abide?

4 For mercy is at thee;

5 and, Lord, for thy law I abode thee. My soul sustained in his word;

6 my soul hoped in the Lord. From the morrowtide keeping till to the night;

7 Israel hope in the Lord. For why mercy is at the Lord; and plenteous redemption is at him.

8 And he shall again-buy Israel; from all the wickednesses thereof.