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Out of the depths I cry to you, o Lord ;
o Lord, hear my voice.
Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy.
If you, o Lord, kept a record of sins, O Lord, who could stand?

But with you there is forgiveness; therefore you are feared.
I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope.
My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning,
more than watchmen wait for the morning.


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