O Lord, hear our prayers, forgive iniquity, and redeem Israel.
A Song of degrees.
1 Out of the a have I cried unto thee, O Lord.
2 Lord, hear my voice: let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications.
3 If thou, Lord, shouldest mark a, O Lord, who shall b?
4 But there is a with thee, that thou mayest be b.
5 I a the Lord, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope.
6 My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.
7 Let Israel hope in the Lord: for with the Lord there is mercy, and with him is plenteous a.
8 And he shall a Israel from all his iniquities.