A Song of degrees. Out of the depths have I cried to thee, O LORD.
Lord, hear my voice: let thy ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications.
If thou, LORD, shouldest mark iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand?
But [there is] forgiveness with thee, that thou mayest be feared.
I wait for the LORD, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope.
My soul [waiteth] for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: [I say], [more than] they that watch for the morning.