Psalm 51 Miserere
mei, Deus
1
Have mercy on me, O God, according to your loving-kindness; *
in your great compassion blot out my offenses.
in your great compassion blot out my offenses.
2
Wash me through and through from my wickedness *
and cleanse me from my sin.
3 For I know my transgressions, *
and my sin is ever before me.
and cleanse me from my sin.
3 For I know my transgressions, *
and my sin is ever before me.
4
Against you only have I sinned *
and done what is evil in your sight.
and done what is evil in your sight.
5
And so you are justified when you speak *
and upright in your judgment
and upright in your judgment
6
Indeed, I have been wicked from my birth, *
a sinner from my mother's womb.
a sinner from my mother's womb.
7
For behold, you look for truth deep within me, *
and will make me understand wisdom secretly.
and will make me understand wisdom secretly.
8
Purge me from my sin, and I shall be pure; *
wash me, and I shall be clean indeed.
wash me, and I shall be clean indeed.
9
Make me hear of joy and gladness, *
that the body you have broken may rejoice.
that the body you have broken may rejoice.
10
Hide your face from my sins *
and blot out all my iniquities.
and blot out all my iniquities.
11
Create in me a clean heart, O God, *
and renew a right spirit within me.
and renew a right spirit within me.
12
Cast me not away from your presence *
and take not your holy Spirit from me.
and take not your holy Spirit from me.
13
Give me the joy of your saving help again *
and sustain me with your bountiful Spirit.
and sustain me with your bountiful Spirit.
14 I
shall teach your ways to the wicked, *
and sinners shall return to
you.
15
Deliver me from death, O God, *
and my tongue shall sing of your righteousness,
O God of my salvation.
and my tongue shall sing of your righteousness,
O God of my salvation.
16
Open my lips, O Lord, *
and my mouth shall proclaim your praise.
and my mouth shall proclaim your praise.
17
Had you desired it, I would have offered sacrifice; *
but you take no delight in burnt-offerings.
but you take no delight in burnt-offerings.
18
The sacrifice of God is a troubled spirit; *
a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.
a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.
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