Psalms 51
1 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.
For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. When Nathan the prophet came to him after his adultery with Bathsheba. Have mercy on me, O God, according to Your loving devotion; according to Your great compassion, blot out my transgressions.
2 More waische thou me fro my wickidnesse; and clense thou me fro my synne.
Wash me clean of my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin.
3 For Y knouleche my wickidnesse; and my synne is euere ayens me.
For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me.
4 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!
Against You, You only, have I sinned and done what is evil in Your sight, so that You may be proved right when You speak and blameless when You judge.
5 Y was conseyued in wickednessis; and my modir conceyuede me in synnes.
Surely I was brought forth in iniquity; I was sinful when my mother conceived me.
6 For lo! thou louedist treuthe; thou hast schewid to me the vncerteyn thingis, and pryuy thingis of thi wisdom.
Surely You desire truth in the inmost being; You teach me wisdom in the inmost place.
7 Lord, sprenge thou me with ysope, and Y schal be clensid; waische thou me, and Y schal be maad whijt more than snow.
Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
8 Yyue thou ioie, and gladnesse to myn heryng; and boonys maad meke schulen ful out make ioye.
Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones You have crushed rejoice.
9 Turne awei thi face fro my synnes; and do awei alle my wickidnesses.
Hide Your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquities.
10 God, make thou a clene herte in me; and make thou newe a riytful spirit in my entrailis.
Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.
11 Caste thou me not awei fro thi face; and take thou not awei fro me thin hooli spirit.
Cast me not away from Your presence; take not Your Holy Spirit from me.
12 Yiue thou to me the gladnesse of thyn helthe; and conferme thou me with the principal spirit.
Restore to me the joy of Your salvation, and sustain me with a willing spirit.
13 I schal teche wickid men thi weies; and vnfeithful men schulen be conuertid to thee.
Then I will teach transgressors Your ways, and sinners will return to You.
14 God, the God of myn helthe, delyuere thou me fro bloodis; and my tunge schal ioyfuli synge thi riytfulnesse.
Deliver me from bloodguilt, O God, the God of my salvation, and my tongue will sing of Your righteousness.
15 Lord, `opene thou my lippis; and my mouth schal telle thi preysyng.
O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will declare Your praise.
16 For if thou haddist wold sacrifice, Y hadde youe; treuli thou schalt not delite in brent sacrifices.
For You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it; You take no pleasure in burnt offerings.
17 A sacrifice to God is a spirit troblid; God, thou schalt not dispise a contrit herte and `maad meke.
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.
18 Lord, do thou benygneli in thi good wille to Syon; that the wallis of Jerusalem be bildid.
In Your good pleasure, cause Zion to prosper; build up the walls of Jerusalem.
19 Thanne thou schalt take plesauntli the sacrifice of riytfulnesse, offryngis, and brent sacrifices; thanne thei schulen putte calues on thin auter.
Then You will delight in righteous sacrifices, in whole burnt offerings; then bulls will be offered on Your altar.
