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A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem.
1 Lord, I cry out to you from the depths of my pain.* “Of my pain”: implied.
2 Please listen to my cry, and pay attention to what I'm asking.
3 Lord, if you kept a list of sins, who could escape being condemned?
4 But you are forgiving so that we can be convinced to respect you.
5 I'm waiting for the Lord, longingly waiting, for I trust in his word.
6 I long for the Lord to come, more than watchmen longing for the dawn to come, more than watchmen longing for the dawn to come.
7 Israel, put your hope in the Lord, for the Lord loves us with a trustworthy love and his salvation knows no limits.
8 He will save Israel from every sin.