Psalms 130

1 Out of the deep have I sent up my cry to you, O Lord.

1A gradual canticle of David. Lord, my heart is not exalted: nor are my eyes lofty. Neither have I walked in great matters, nor in wonderful things above me.

2Lord, let my voice come before you: let your ears be awake to the voice of my prayer.

2If I was not humbly minded, but exalted my soul: As a child that is weaned is towards his mother, so reward in my soul.

3O Jah, if you took note of every sin, who would go free?

3Let Israel hope in the Lord, from henceforth now and for ever.

4But there is forgiveness with you, so that you may be feared.

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5I am waiting for the Lord, my soul is waiting for him, and my hope is in his word.

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6My soul is watching for the Lord more than those who are watching for the morning; yes, more than the watchers for the morning.

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7O Israel, have hope in the Lord; for with the Lord is mercy and full salvation.

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8And he will make Israel free from all his sins.

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