A Songof degrees. Out of the depthshave I criedunto thee, O LORD. Lord, hearmy voice: let thine earsbeattentiveto the voiceof my supplications. Ifthou, LORD, shouldest markiniquities, O Lord, whoshall stand? But there is forgivenesswiththee, thatthou mayest be feared. I wait forthe LORD, my souldoth wait, and in his worddo I hope. My soul waiteth for the Lordmore than they that watchfor the morning: I say, more than they that watchfor the morning. Let Israelhopeinthe LORD: forwiththe LORD there is mercy, and withhim is plenteousredemption. And heshall redeemIsraelfrom allhis iniquities.