A song of degrees. Ovt of the deepe places haue I called vnto thee, O Lord.

Lorde, heare my voyce: let thine eares attend to the voyce of my prayers.

If thou, O Lord, straightly markest iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand?

But mercie is with thee, that thou mayest be feared.

I haue waited on the Lord: my soule hath waited, and I haue trusted in his worde.

My soule waiteth on the Lorde more then the morning watch watcheth for the morning.

Let Israel waite on the Lorde: for with the Lorde is mercie, and with him is great redemption.

And he shall redeeme Israel from all his iniquities.