Psalms 51
1 For the music director. A psalm of David. When Nathan the prophet came to him after he had committed adultery with Bathsheba. God, please be gracious to me, because of your trustworthy love, because of your infinite kindness please wipe away my sins.
To victorie, the salm of Dauid; `whanne Nathan the prophete cam to hym, whanne he entride to Bersabee. God, haue thou merci on me; bi thi greet merci. And bi the mychilnesse of thi merciful doyngis; do thou awei my wickidnesse.
2 Wash away all my guilt; cleanse me from my sin.
More waische thou me fro my wickidnesse; and clense thou me fro my synne.
3 I admit my rebellion; my sin always stares me in my face.
For Y knouleche my wickidnesse; and my synne is euere ayens me.
4 I have sinned against you, you alone. I have done evil in your sight. So you are right in what you say, and fair when you judge.
I haue synned to thee aloone, and Y haue do yuel bifor thee; that thou be iustified in thi wordis, and ouercome whanne thou art demed. For lo!
5 It's true that I was born guilty—sinful from the time my mother conceived me.
Y was conseyued in wickednessis; and my modir conceyuede me in synnes.
6 But you want truth on the inside; you teach me wisdom deep within.
For lo! thou louedist treuthe; thou hast schewid to me the vncerteyn thingis, and pryuy thingis of thi wisdom.
7 Purify me with hyssop so I can be clean; wash me so I can be whiter than snow.
Lord, sprenge thou me with ysope, and Y schal be clensid; waische thou me, and Y schal be maad whijt more than snow.
8 Please let me hear joy and happiness again; let the bones you have crushed be glad once more.
Yyue thou ioie, and gladnesse to myn heryng; and boonys maad meke schulen ful out make ioye.
9 Turn your face away from looking at my sins; please wipe away my guilt.
Turne awei thi face fro my synnes; and do awei alle my wickidnesses.
10 Create a pure mind in me, God, and make me trustworthy again.
God, make thou a clene herte in me; and make thou newe a riytful spirit in my entrailis.
11 Don't expel me from your presence; don't take away your Holy Spirit from me.
Caste thou me not awei fro thi face; and take thou not awei fro me thin hooli spirit.
12 Give me back the happiness of your salvation; help me to have a willing nature.
Yiue thou to me the gladnesse of thyn helthe; and conferme thou me with the principal spirit.
13 Then I will teach your ways to rebellious people, and these sinners will come back to you.
I schal teche wickid men thi weies; and vnfeithful men schulen be conuertid to thee.
14 God, please forgive me for the blood I have shed, God of my salvation, and I will sing for joy of your goodness.
God, the God of myn helthe, delyuere thou me fro bloodis; and my tunge schal ioyfuli synge thi riytfulnesse.
15 Open my lips so I can speak your praise!
Lord, `opene thou my lippis; and my mouth schal telle thi preysyng.
16 For sacrifices don't make you happy, or I would bring one; burnt offerings aren't what pleases you.
For if thou haddist wold sacrifice, Y hadde youe; treuli thou schalt not delite in brent sacrifices.
17 The “sacrifices” that God wants are on the inside—the brokenness of repentance. God won't reject a broken and sorrowful heart.
A sacrifice to God is a spirit troblid; God, thou schalt not dispise a contrit herte and `maad meke.
18 Be kind to Zion, help the city; rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
Lord, do thou benygneli in thi good wille to Syon; that the wallis of Jerusalem be bildid.
19 Then you will be pleased with sacrifices given in the right spirit, for all kinds of burnt offerings, and bulls sacrificed on your altar once more.
Thanne thou schalt take plesauntli the sacrifice of riytfulnesse, offryngis, and brent sacrifices; thanne thei schulen putte calues on thin auter.
