Psalms 130

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Lord, I cry out to you from the depths of my pain.

A Song of Ascents. Out of the depths, have I cried unto thee, O Yahweh.

2 Please listen to my cry, and pay attention to what I'm asking.

O My Lord! hearken thou unto my voice, —Let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications,

3 Lord, if you kept a list of sins, who could escape being condemned?

If, iniquities, thou shouldest mark, O Yah, O My Lord, who could stand?

4 But you are forgiving so that we might respect you.

But, with thee, is forgiveness, that thou mayest be revered.

5 I'm waiting for the Lord, longingly waiting, for I trust in his word.

I have waited for Yahweh, My soul hath waited for his word;

6 I long for the Lord to come, more than watchmen longing for the dawn to come, more than watchmen longing for the dawn to come.

I have hoped, O my soul, for My Lord, more than they who watch for the morning, who watch for the morning.

7 Israel, put your hope in the Lord, for the Lord loves us with a trustworthy love and his salvation knows no limits.

Wait, O Israel, for Yahweh, —for, with Yahweh, is lovingkindness, and there aboundeth with him—redemption.

8 He will save Israel from every sin.

He, therefore, will redeem Israel from all his iniquities.