Psalm 130

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General Information

Other metrical versions include Martin Luther's Aus tiefer Not (tr. Catherine Winkworth as Out of the depths). In Mozart's catalog, K93 is a misattribution of Georg Reutters setting for SATB & bc. A "modern" setting is Arnold Schönberg's De profundis, Op. 50b. See also De profundis (Offertory) for settings of vv. 1-2 as the offertory for Pentecost XXIII.

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Text and translations

Clementine Vulgate (Psalm 129)

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1  Canticum graduum. De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine;
2  Domine, exaudi vocem meam.
  Fiant aures tuae intendentes in vocem deprecationis meae.
3  Si iniquitates observaveris, Domine, Domine, quis sustinebit?
4  Quia apud te propitiatio est; et propter legem tuam sustinui te, Domine.
  Sustinuit anima mea in verbo ejus:
5  speravit anima mea in Domino.
6  A custodia matutina usque ad noctem,
  speret Israël in Domino.
7  Quia apud Dominum misericordia, et copiosa apud eum redemptio.
8  Et ipse redimet Israël ex omnibus iniquitatibus ejus.

Church of England 1662 Book of Common Prayer

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1  Out of the deep have I called unto thee,
  O Lord: Lord, hear my voice.
2  O let thine ears consider well: the voice of my complaint.
3  If thou, Lord, wilt be extreme to mark what is done amiss: O Lord, who may abide it?
4  For there is mercy with thee: therefore shalt thou be feared.
5  I look for the Lord; my soul doth wait for him: in his word is my trust.
6  My soul fleeth unto the Lord:
  before the morning watch, I say, before the morning watch.
7  O Israel, trust in the Lord,
  for with the Lord there is mercy: and with him is plenteous redemption.
8  And he shall redeem Israel: from all his sins.

Metrical version by Martin Luther

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Aus tiefer Not schrei' ich zu dir,
Herr Gott, erhoer' mein Rufen,
Dein gnädig' Ohren kehr zu mir,
Und meiner Bitt' sie öffnen!
Denn so du willst das sehen an,
Was Sünd' und Unrecht ist getan,
Wer kann, Herr, vor dir bleiben?

Bei dir gilt nichts denn Gnad' und Gunst
Die Sünde zu vergeben;
Es ist doch unser Tun umsonst,
Auch in dem besten Leben.
Vor dir Niemand sich rühmen kann,
Des muß dich fürchten jedermann
Und deiner Gnade leben.

Darum auf Gott will hoffen ich,
Auf mein Verdienst nicht bauen;
Auf ihn mein Herz soll laßen sich,
Und seiner Güte trauen,
Die mir zusagt sein wertes Wort,
Das ist mein Trost und treuer Hort,
Des will ich allzeit harren.

Und ob es währt bis in die Nacht
Und wieder an den Morgen,
Doch soll mein Herz an Gottes Macht
Verzweifeln nicht noch sorgen,
So thu' Israel rechter Art,
Der aus dem Geist erzeuget ward,
Und seines Gott's erharre.

Ob bei uns ist der Sünden viel,
Bei Gott ist viel mehr Gnade;
Sein' Hand zu helfen hat kein Ziel,
Wie groß auch sei der Schade.
Er ist allein der gute Hirt,
Der Israel erlösen wird
Aus seinen Sünden allen.

Luther's translation

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Aus der Tiefe ruf ich, Herr, zu dir;
Herr, höre meine Stimme, laß deine Ohren merken auf die Stimme meines Flehens.
So du willst, Herr, Sünde zurechnen, Herr, wer wird bestehen?
Denn bei dir ist die Vergebung, dass man dich fürchte.
Ich harre des Herren; meine Seele harret, und ich hoffe auf sein Wort:
Meine Seele wartet auf den Herren von einer Morgenwache bis zu der andern.
Israel, hoffe auf den Herren!
Den bei dem Herren ist die Gnade, und viel Erlösung bei ihm,
Und er wird Israel erlösen aus allen seinen Sünden.

Douay-Rheims Bible

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Out of the depths I have cried to thee, O Lord:
Lord, hear my voice. Let thy ears be attentive to the voice of my supplication.
If thou, O Lord, wilt mark iniquities: Lord, who shall stand it.
For with thee there is merciful forgiveness:
and by reason of thy law, I have waited for thee, O Lord.
My soul hath relied on his word:
my soul hath hoped in the Lord.
From the morning watch even until night,
let Israel hope in the Lord.
Because with the Lord there is mercy:
and with him plentiful redemption.
And he shall redeem Israel from all his iniquities.

Káldi fordítás (129. zsoltár)

Hungarian.png Hungarian translation

A mélységekből kiáltok, Uram, hozzád, Uram! hallgasd meg az én szómat,
legyenek füleid figyelmesek az én könyörgésem szavára.
Ha a vétkeket figyelembe veszed, Uram! Uram! ki állhat meg előtted?
De nálad vagyon a kegyelem, és a te törvényedért reménylek benned, Uram!
Reményl az én lelkem az ő igéjeért. Az én lelkem az Úrban bízik.
A reggeli vigyázattól éjjelig bizzék Izrael az Úrban;
mert az Úrnál az irgalmasság, és nála bőséges a megváltás.
És ő megszabadítja Izraelt minden gonoszságából.

'Old Version' (William Whittingham)

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Lord, unto thee I make my moan,
When dangers me oppress;
I call, I sigh, complain, and groan,
Trusting to find release.
Hear now, O Lord, my request,
For it is full due time,
And let thine ears aye be pressed
Unto this prayer mine.

O Lord our God, if thou survey
Our sins, and them peruse,
Who shall escape? or who dare say,
I can myself excuse?
But thou art merciful and free,
And boundless in thy grace,
That we might always careful be
To fear before thy face.

In God the Lord I put my trust,
My soul waits on his will;
His promise is for ever just,
And I hope therein still.
My soul to God hath great regard,
Wishing for him alway:
Much more than they that watch and ward
To see the dawning day.

O Israel, trust in the Lord,
With him there mercy is,
And he doth plenteously afford
Redemption unto his.
E'en he it is that Israel shall,
Through his abundant grace,
Redeem from his offences all,
And wholly them deface.

'New Version' (Tate and Brady)

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From lowest depths of woe
To God I sent my cry;
Lord, hear my supplicating voice,
And graciously reply.

Should'st thou severely judge,
Who can the trial bear?
But thou forgiv'st, lest we despond,
And quite renounce thy fear.

My soul with patience waits
For thee, the living Lord;
My hopes are on thy promise built,
Thy never-failing word.

My longing eyes look out
For thy enliv'ning ray,
More duly than the morning watch
To spy the dawning day.

Let Israel trust in God,
No bounds his mercy knows;
The plenteous source and spring from whence
Eternal succour flows.

Whose friendly streams to us
Supplies in want convey;
A healing spring, a spring to cleanse,
And wash our guilt away.

Paraphrases by Isaac Watts, 1719

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PART 1 (C. M.)
Out of the deeps of long distress,
The borders of despair,
I sent my cries to seek thy grace,
My groans to move thine ear.

Great God, should thy severer eye,
And thine impartial hand,
Mark and revenge iniquity,
No mortal flesh could stand.

But there are pardons with my God
For crimes of high degree;
Thy Son has bought them with his blood,
To draw us near to thee.

I wait for thy salvation, Lord,
With strong desires I wait;
My soul, invited by thy word,
Stands watching at thy gate.

Just as the guards that keep the night
Long for the morning skies,
Watch the first beams of breaking light,
And meet them with their eyes;

So waits my soul to see thy grace,
And, more intent than they,
Meets the first openings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.

Then in the Lord let Israel trust,
Let Israel seek his face;
The Lord is good as well as just,
And plenteous is his grace.

There's full redemption at his throne
For sinners long enslaved;
The great Redeemer is his Son,
And Israel shall be saved.


PART 2 (L. M.)
1. From deep distress and troubled thoughts
To thee, my God, I raised my cries;
If thou severely mark our faults,
No flesh can stand before thine eyes.

2. But thou hast built thy throne of grace
Free to dispense thy pardons there,
That sinners may approach thy face,
And hope and love, as well as fear.

3. As the benighted pilgrims wait,
And long, and wish for breaking day,
So waits my soul before thy gate;
When will my God his face display?

4. My trust is fixed upon thy word,
Nor shall I trust thy word in vain;
Let mourning souls address the Lord,
And find relief from all their pain.

5. Great is his love, and large his grace,
Through the redemption of his Son;
He turns our feet from sinful ways,
And pardons what our hands have done.

French metrical version

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Vers toy, Seigneur dous, pressé de maint maleur,
Mes cris j'ay poussé hors du profond du coeur:
Enten de mes plaints les piteus sons
Ten l'oreille encline à tant d'oraizons.
Quand plein de courrous, il te plaira punir,
Quel coeur, devant toy, pourra se maintenir?
Or rien que douceur n'as tu bon Dieu:
Aussi tu es révéré de maint lieu.

Mon Dieu j'atendray, Dieu que mon ame atend,
Dieu dont le parler ferme asseurance rend:
Mes yeux devers luy j'auray tousjours,
Plus que le guet à la pointe des jours.
Mets l'espoir en Dieu, Jacob, il est trédous:
Dieu n'est que bonté, n'est que secours à tous.
Tous les méchans faits il nestoy'ra,
Puis de la mort racheter te viendra.