A song of degrees.
1
Ovt of the deepe places haue I called vnto thee, O Lord.
2
Lorde, heare my voyce: let thine eares attend to the voyce of my prayers.
3
If thou, O Lord, straightly markest iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand?
4
But mercie is with thee, that thou mayest be feared.
5
I haue waited on the Lord: my soule hath waited, and I haue trusted in his worde.
6
My soule waiteth on the Lorde more then the morning watch watcheth for the morning.
7
Let Israel waite on the Lorde: for with the Lorde is mercie, and with him is great redemption.
8
And he shall redeeme Israel from all his iniquities.