Psalms 130 · תהילים

A Ma῾alot Poem. Out of the depths I have cried to Thee, O Lord.

Lord, hear my voice: let Thy ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications.

If Thou, Lord, shouldst mark iniquities, O Lord, who could stand?

But there is forgiveness with Thee, that Thou mayst be feared.

I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I hope.

My soul waits for the Lord more than they who watch for the morning: more than watchmen for the morning.

Let Yisra᾽el hope in the Lord: for with the Lord there is steadfast love, and with him is plenteous redemption.

And he shall redeem Yisra᾽el from all his iniquities.