(A song of ascents.)

Out of the depths I cry to thee, O Lord;

Master, listen to my voice; let but thy ears be attentive to the voice that calls on thee for pardon.

If thou, Lord, wilt keep record of our iniquities, Master, who has strength to bear it?

Ah, but with thee there is forgiveness; be thy name ever revered.

I wait for the Lord, for his word of promise my soul waits;

patient my soul waits, as ever watchman that looked for the day. Patient as watchman at dawn,

for the Lord Israel waits, the Lord with whom there is mercy, with whom is abundant power to ransom.

He it is that will ransom Israel from all his iniquities.