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Psalm 129 (vulgate numbering) / 130 (Hebrew numbering)
Biblical translations
English paraphrases
- Canticum graduum. De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine;
- Domine, exaudi vocem meam. Fiant aures tuae intendentes in vocem deprecationis meae.
- Si iniquitates observaveris, Domine, Domine, quis sustinebit?
- Quia apud te propitiatio est; et propter legem tuam sustinui te, Domine. Sustinuit anima mea in verbo ejus:
- speravit anima mea in Domino.
- A custodia matutina usque ad noctem, speret Israel in Domino.
- Quia apud Dominum misericordia, et copiosa apud eum redemptio.
- Et ipse redimet Israel ex omnibus iniquitatibus ejus.
- Ovt of the depe call I vnto the (o LORDE) LORDE heare my voyce.
- Oh let thine eares considre well the voyce of my complaynte.
- Yf thou (LORDE) wilt be extreme to marcke what is done amysse, Oh LORDE, who maye abyde it?
- But there is mercy with the, that thou mayest be feared.
- I loke for the LORDE, my soule doth wayte for him, and in his worde is my trust.
- My soule doth paciently abyde the LORDE, fro the one mornynge to the other.
- Let Israel trust in the LORDE, for with the LORDE there is mercy and plenteous redempcion.
- And he shal redeme Israel from all his synnes.
- A song of degrees. Out of the deepe places haue I called unto 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.
- A gradual canticle. 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 supplication.
- If thou, O Lord, wilt mark iniquities: Lord,
who shall stand it.
- For with thee there is merciful forgiveness:
and by reason of thy law, I have waited for thee,
O Lord. My soul hath relied on his word:
- my soul hath hoped in the Lord.
- From the morning watch even until night,
let Israel hope in the Lord.
- Because with the Lord there is mercy: and
with him plentiful redemption.
- And he shall redeem Israel from all his iniquities.
- [A song of degrees.] Out of the depths haue I cryed vnto thee, O Lord.
- Lorde, heare my voice: let thine eares be attentiue to the voice of my supplications.
- If thou, Lord, shouldest marke iniquities: O Lord, who shal stand?
- But there is forgiuenesse with thee: that thou mayest be feared.
- I wait for the Lord, my soule doeth waite: and in his worde doe I hope.
- My soule waiteth for the Lord, more then they that watch for the morning: I say, more then they that watch for the morning.
- Let Israel hope in the Lord, for with the Lord there is mercy: and with him is plenteous redemption.
- And hee shall redeeme Israel, from all his iniquities.
FROM depth of sin, and from a deep despair,
From depth of death, from depth of heart’s sorrow,
From this deep cave, of darkness deep repair,
Thee have I called, O Lord, to be my borrow.
Thou in my voice, O Lord, perceive and hear
My heart, my hope, my plaint, my overthrow,
My will to rise: and let by grant appear,
That to my voice thine ears do well attend;
No place so far, that to Thee is not near;
No depth so deep, that thou ne mayst extend
Thine ear thereto; hear then my woful plaint:
For, Lord, if thou observe what men offend,
And put thy native mercy in restraint;
If just exaction demand recompense;
Who may endure, O Lord? who shall not faint
At such accompt? so dread, not reverence
Should reign at large. But thou seekest rather love
For in thy hand is Mercy’s residence;
By hope whereof Thou dost our hearts eke move.
I in the Lord have set my confidence:
My soul such trust doth evermore approve:
Thy holy word of eterne excellence,
Thy mercy’s promise, that is alway just,
Have been my stay, my pillar, and defence.
My soul in God hath more desirous trust,
Than hath the watchman looking for the day,
For his relief, to quench of sleep the thrust.
Let Israel trust unto the Lord alway;
For grace and favour are his property:
Plenteous ransom shall come with him, I say,
And shall redeem all our iniquity.
From depth of doole wherein my soule doth dwell,
From heauy heart which harbours in my brest,
From troubled sprite which sildome taketh rest.
From hope of heaven, from dreade of darkesome hell.
O gracious God, to thée I crye and yell.
My God, my Lorde, my lovely Lord aloane,
To thée I call, to thée I make my moane.
And thou (good God) vouchsafe in grée to take,
This woefull plaint,
Wherein I faint.
Oh heare me then for thy great mercies sake.
Oh bende thine eares attentively to heare,
Oh turne thine eyes, behold me how I wayle,
O hearken Lord, give eare for mine availe,
O marke in minde the burdens that I beare:
Sée howe I sinke in sorrowes everye where.
Beholde and sée what dollors I endure,
Give eare and marke what plaintes I put in vre.
Bende wylling eare: and pittie therewithall,
My wayling voyce,
Which hath no choyce.
But evermore upon thy name to call.
If thou good Lorde shouldest take thy rod in hande,
If thou regard what sinnes are daylye done,
If thou take holde where wée our workes begone,
If thou decrée in Judgement for to stande,
And be extreame to sée our scuses skande,
If thou take note of every thing amysse,
And wryte in rowles howe frayle our nature is,
O gloryous God, O King, O Prince of power,
What mortall wight,
Maye then have lyght,
To feele thy frowne, if thou have lyst to lowre?
But thou art good, and hast of mercye store,
Thou not delyghst to sée a sinner fall,
Thou hearknest first, before we come to call.
Thine eares are set wyde open evermore,
Before we knocke thou commest to the doore.
Thou art more prest to heare a sinner crye,
Then he is quicke to climbe to thee on hye.
Thy mighty name bee praysed then alwaye,
Let fayth and feare,
True witnesse beare.
Howe fast they stand which on thy mercy staye.
I looke for thée (my lovelye Lord) therefore.
For thée I wayte, for thée I tarrye styll,
Myne eyes doe long to gaze on thée my fyll.
For thée I watche, for thée I prye and pore.
My Soule for thée attendeth evermore.
My Soule doth thyrst to take of thée a taste,
My Soule desires with thée for to bée plaste.
And to thy worde (which can no man deceyve)
Myne onely trust,
My love and lust.
In confidence continuallye shall cleave.
Before the breake or dawning of the daye,
Before the lyght be seene in loftye Skyes,
Before the Sunne appeare in pleasaunt wyse,
Before the watche (before the watche I saye)
Before the warde that waytes therefore alwaye:
My soule, my sense, my secréete thought, my sprite,
My wyll, my wishe, my joye, and my delight:
Vnto the Lord that sittes in heaven on highe.
With hastye wing,
From me doeth fling,
And stryveth styll, vnto the Lorde to flye.
O Israell, O housholde of the Lorde,
O Abrahams Brattes, O broode of blessed séede,
O chosen shéepe that love the Lord in déede:
O hungrye heartes, féede styll upon his worde,
And put your trust in him with one accorde.
For he hath mercye evermore at hande,
His fountaines flowe, his springes doe never stande.
And plenteouslye hee loveth to redéeme,
Such sinners all,
As on him call.
And faithfully his mercies most estéeme.
Hée wyll redéeme our deadly drowping state,
He wyll bring home the shéepe that goe astraye,
He wyll helpe them that hope in him alwaye:
He wyll appease our discorde and debate,
He wyll soone save, though we repent us late.
He wyll be ours if we continewe his,
He wyll bring bale to joye and perfect blisse.
He wyll redéeme the flocke of his electe,
From all that is,
Or was amisse.
Since Abrahams heyres dyd first his Lawes reject.
From depth of grief
where drown'd I lie,
lord for relief
to thee I cry:
my ernest, vehment, crying, praying,
grant quick, attentive, hearing, weighing.
O Lord, if thou
offences mark,
who shall not bow
to beare the cark?
but with thy justice mercy dwelleth,
and makes thy worship more, excelleth.
Yea makes my soule
on thee, o lord
dependeth whole,
and on thy word,
though sore with blot of sin defaced,
yet surest hope hath firmly placed.
Who longest watch
who soonest rise,
can nothing match
the early eyes;
the greedy eyes my soule erecteth,
while God's true promise it expecteth.
Then Israel
on god attend:
attend him well,
who still thy friend,
in kindness hath thee dear esteemed,
and often, often, erst redeemed.
Now, as before;
unchanged he
will thee restore
thy state will free;
all wickedness from Jacob driving
forgetting follies, faults forgiving.
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