The people of God from their bottomles miſeries do crye vnto God, and are heard. 3 They confeſſe their ſinnes and flee vnto Gods mercie.
¶ A ſong of degrees.
2.Lord, heare my voyce: let thine eares attend to the voice of my praiers.
5.I haue waited on the Lord: my ſoule hathe waited, and I haue truſted in his worde.
6.My ſoule waiteth on the Lord more then the mornīg watche watcheth for the morning.
8.And he ſhal redeme Iſraél from all his iniquities.