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

A song of ascents. From the depths [(of the exile)] have I called You, O L rd.

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

O L rd, hear my voice. Let Your ears hearken to the voice of my supplications.

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

If transgressions You heed, O L rd, O L rd, who shall stand?

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

For with You [(and with no other)] is forgiveness, so that You be feared.

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

I have hoped in the L rd; my soul has hoped. And to His word have I aspired.

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

My soul [has yearned] for the L rd. [I am one] of the watchers for the morning [of redemption], of the [continual] watchers for the morning.

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

Hope, O Israel, in the L rd. For with the L rd is lovingkindness and there is much redemption with Him.

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

And He will redeem Israel from all of its transgressions.