From the depths I call to you,
Lord, hear my cry.
Catch the sound of my voice
raised up, pleading.
If you record our sins,
Lord, who could survive?
But because you forgive
we stand in awe.
I trust in God's word,
I trust in the Lord.
More than sentries for dawn
I watch for the Lord.
More than sentries for dawn
let Israel watch.
The Lord will bring mercy
and grant full pardon.
The Lord will free Israel
from all its sins.
How good it is, how wonderful,
wherever people live as one!
It is like sacred oil on the head,
flowing down Aaron's beard,
down to the collar of his robe.
It is like the dew of Hermon
running down the mountains of Zion.
There God gives blessing:
life for ever.
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