Psalms 51:10
Make me a clene hert (o God) and renue a right sprete within me.
Make me a clene hert (o God) and renue a right sprete within me.
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11 Cast me not awaie from thy presence, and take not thy holy sprete fro me.
12 O geue me the comforte of thy helpe agayne, and stablish me with thy fre sprete.
13 Then shal I teach thy wayes vnto the wicked, that synners maye be conuerted vnto the.
14 Delyuer me from bloudegyltynesse o God, thou that art the God of my health, that my tonge maye prayse thy rightuousnesse.
15 Open my lippes (O LORDE) that my mouth maye shewe thy prayse.
1 Haue mercy vpon me (o God) after thy goodnes, & acordinge vnto thy greate mercies, do awaye myne offences.
2 Wash me well fro my wickednesse, & clense me fro my synne.
3 For I knowlege my fautes, and my synne is euer before me.
4 Agaynst the only, agaynst the haue I synned, and done euell in thy sight: that thou mightest be iustified in thy saynges, and shuldest ouercome when thou art iudged.
5 Beholde, I was borne in wickednesse, and in synne hath my mother conceaued me.
6 But lo, thou hast a pleasure in the treuth, and hast shewed me secrete wy?dome.
7 O reconcile me with Isope, and I shal be clene: wash thou me, and I shalbe whyter then snowe.
8 Oh let me heare of ioye and gladnesse, that the bones which thou hast broken, maye reioyse.
9 Turne thy face fro my synnes, and put out all my my?dedes.
23 Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes.
24 Loke well, yf there be eny waye of wickednesse in me, & lede me in the waye euerlastinge.
26 A new herte also wil I geue you, and a new sprete wil I put in to you: As for that stony hert, I will take it out of youre body, and geue you a fle?shy herte.
10 Teach me to do the thinge that pleaseth the, for thou art my God: let thy louynge sprete lede me forth vnto the londe of rightuousnesse.
11 Quycke me (o LORDE) for thy names sake, and for thy rightuousnesse sake brynge my soule out of trouble.
17 The sacrifice of God is a troubled sprete, a broken and a cotrite hert (o God) shalt thou not despise.
31 Cast awaye fro you all youre vngodlynesse, that ye haue done: make you new hertes and a new sprete. Wherfore wil ye dye, O ye house of Israel?
4 I sayde: LORDE be mercifull vnto me, heale my soule, for I haue synned agaynst the.
2 Examen me O LORDE, and proue me: trie out my reynes and my hert.
9 Who can saye: my hert is cleane, I am innocent from synne?
12 Who can tell, how oft he offendeth? Oh clese thou me fro my secrete fautes.
13 Kepe thy seruaute also from presumptuous synnes, lest they get the dominion ouer me: so shal I be vndefyled & innocet fro the greate offence.
14 Yee the wordes of my mouth & the meditacio of my herte shalbe acceptable vnto the, o LORDE, my helper and my redemer.
10 With my whole herte do I seke ye, O let me not go wronge out of thy comaundemetes.
11 Thy wordes haue I hyd within my herte, yt I shulde not synne agaynst the.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
19 And I wil geue you one herte, & wil plante a new sprete within yor bowels. That stony herte wil I take out of youre body, & geue you a fleshy herte:
8 Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
30 Agayne, when thou lattest thy breth go forth, they are made, and so thou renuest the face of the earth.
7 Oh remebre not ye synnes & offences of my youth, but acordinge vnto thy mercy thynke vpon me (O LORDE) for thy goodnesse.
16 Wash you, make you clene, put awaye yor euell thoughtes out of my sight, cease from doinge of euell and violence.
11 Turne not thou thy mercy fro me o LORDE, but let thy louynge kyndnesse and treuth allwaye preserue me.
9 Oh let the wickednes of the vngodly come to an ende: but manteyne the iust,
10 thou rightuous God, yt triest the very hertes & the reynes.
8 Oh let me heare thy louynge kyndnesse by tymes in the mornynge, for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shulde walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the.
37 O turne awaye myne eyes, lest they beholde vanite, & quicke me in thy waie.
11 But as for me I will walke innocently: O delyuer me, and be mercifull vnto me.
10 I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.
1 Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God?
5 Therfore I confessed my synne vnto the, and hyd not myne vnrightuousnesse.
3 Oure my?dedes preuayle agaynst vs, oh be thou mercyfull vnto oure synnes.
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
21 O LORDE: Turne thou vs vnto the, & so shal we be turned. Renue or daies as in olde tyme,
1 Preserue me (o God) for in the do I trust.
8 For there is no faithfulnesse in their mouthes: they dyssemble in their hertes: