Psalms 51:6
But lo, thou hast a pleasure in the treuth, and hast shewed me secrete wy?dome.
But lo, thou hast a pleasure in the treuth, and hast shewed me secrete wy?dome.
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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.
10 Make me a clene hert (o God) and renue a right sprete within me.
11 Cast me not awaie from thy presence, and take not thy holy sprete fro me.
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.
13 I wil geue thakes vnto the, for I am woderously made: maruelous are thy workes, and that my soule knoweth right well.
14 My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneth in the earth.
15 Thine eyes se myne vnparfitnesse, they stonde all writte i thy boke:
16 my dayes were fashioned, when as yet there was not one of them
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.
6 that thou makest soch inquisicion for my wickednesse, and searchest out my synne?
13 Though thou hydest these thinges in thine hert, yet am I sure, that thou remembrest the all.
12 Who can tell, how oft he offendeth? Oh clese thou me fro my secrete fautes.
36 Who geueth sure wisdome, or stedfast vnderstodinge?
3 Thou hast proued & visited myne herte in the night season: thou hast tried me in the fyre, & hast founde no wickednes in me: for I vtterly purposed, that my mouth shulde not offende.
1 O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Thou knowest my downe syttinge & my vprisynge, thou vnderstodest my thoughtes a farre of.
2 Thou art aboute my path & aboute my bedd, & spyest out all my wayes.
3 For lo, there is not a worde i my toge, but thou (o LORDE) knowest it alltogether.
4 Thou hast fashioned me behinde & before, & layed thine hode vpon me.
5 Soch knowlege is to wonderfull & excellet for me, I can not atteyne vnto it.
6 Whither shal I go then from thy sprete? Or, whither shal I fle from thy presence?
2 Examen me O LORDE, and proue me: trie out my reynes and my hert.
3 For thy louynge kyndnesse is before myne eyes, and I walke in thy trueth.
6 that he might shewe the (out of his secrete wy?dome) how manyfolde his lawe is: then shuldest thou knowe, that God had forgotten the, because of thy synnes.
11 Thy wordes haue I hyd within my herte, yt I shulde not synne agaynst the.
4 Wilt thou saye vnto God: The thinge that I take in honde, is perfecte, & I am clene in thy sight?
32 Yf I haue gone amysse, enfourme me: yf I haue done wronge, I wil leaue of.
5 I am fayne to paye the thinges yt I neuer toke. God, thou knowest my symplenesse, and my fautes are not hyd from the.
26 With the clene thou shalt be clene & with the frowarde thou shalt be frowarde.
3 But thou LORDE (to whom I am well knowne) thou that hast sene, & proued my herte, take them awaye, like as a flock is caried to the slaughter house, and apoynte them for the daye off slaughtinge.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
23 How greate are my my?dedes & synnes? Let me knowe my trasgressions & offences.
11 Lede me in thy waye (o LORDE) that I maye walke in thy trueth: O let my hert delyte in fearynge thy name.
8 Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
5 Therfore I confessed my synne vnto the, and hyd not myne vnrightuousnesse.
8 hast thou herde the secrete councell of God, that all wy?dome is to litle for ye?
16 For thou hast nombred all my goynges, yet be not thou to extreme vpon my synnes.
21 Yf we had forgotten the name of oure God, & holde vp oure hondes to eny straunge God: Shulde not God fynde it out? for he knoweth the very secretes of the hert.
3 For who can kepe his owne councell so secrete, but it shall be knowne? Therfore haue I spoken vnwysely, seynge these thinges are so hye, and passe myne vnderstondinge.
5 The shalt thou vnderstonde ye feare of the LORDE, and fynde ye knowlege of God.
9 Oh let the wickednes of the vngodly come to an ende: but manteyne the iust,
15 Open my lippes (O LORDE) that my mouth maye shewe thy prayse.
8 Yf I take the wynges of the mornynge, & remayne in the vttemost parte of the see:
5 Lede me in yi trueth and lerne me, for thou art the God off my health, and in the is my hope all the daye longe.