1A song of degrees. Out of the deepe places haue I called vnto thee, O Lord.
2Lord, heare my voyce: let thine eares attend to the voyce of my prayers.
3If thou, O Lord, straightly markest iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand?
4But mercie is with thee, that thou mayest be feared.
5I haue waited on the Lord: my soule hath waited, and I haue trusted in his worde.