Psalm 130 (De profundis)

From depth of grief
Where droun'd I lye,
Lord, for relief
To thee I cry:
My earnest, vehement, cryeng, prayeng,
Graunt quick, attentive hearing, waighing.

O Lord, if thou
Offences mark,
Who shall not bow
To beare the cark?
But with thy justice mercy dwelleth,
Whereby thy worshipp more excelleth.

On thee, my soule
On thee, O Lord
Dependeth whole,
And on thy word,
Though sore with blott of sinne defaced.
Yet surest hope hath firmly placed.

Who longest watch,
Who soonest rise
Can nothing match
The early eyes;
The greedy eyes my soule erecteth,
While Gods true promise it expecteth.

Then Israel
On God attend:
Attend him well
Who still thy friend,
In kindness hath thee deare esteemed,
And often, often, erst redeemed.

Now, as before,
Unchanged he
Will thee restore
Thy state will free:
All wickednes from Jacob driving,
Forgetting follies, faultes forgiving.