Psalms 130

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

The song of greces. Lord, Y criede to thee fro depthes; Lord, here thou mi vois.

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

Thin eeris be maad ententif; in to the vois of my biseching.

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

Lord, if thou kepist wickidnessis; Lord, who schal susteyne?

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

For merci is at thee; and, Lord, for thi lawe Y abood thee. Mi soule susteynede in his word; my soule hopide in the Lord.

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

Fro the morewtid keping til to niyt;

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

Israel hope in the Lord.

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

For whi merci is at the Lord; and plenteous redempcioun is at hym.

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

And he schal ayen bie Israel; fro alle the wickidnessis therof.