[A song of high degrees.]
1
Out of the deepe I haue called vnto thee O God: O Lorde heare my voyce.
2
Let thine eares be attentiue: vnto the voyce of my petition for grace.
3
If thou O God wylt marke what is done amisse: O Lorde who can abide it?
4
For there is pardon of sinne with thee: that thou mayest be feared.
5
I haue wayted for God, my soule haue wayted [for hym:] and I haue reposed my trust in his worde.
6
My soule [lifteth] more after God, then watchmen do after the morning: I say more then watchmen do after the mornyng.
7
Israel ought to trust in God, for there is mercy with God: and there is plenteousnes of redemption with him.
8
And he wyll redeeme Israel: from all his sinnes.