Miserere
Miserere
mei, Deus,
secundum
magnam misericordiam tuam:
Et
secundum multitudinem miserationum
tuarum,
dele
iniquitatem meam.
Amplius
lava me ab iniquitate mea:
et
a peccato meo munda me.
Quoniam
iniquitatem meam ego cognosco:
et
peccatum meum contra me est semper.
Tibi
soli peccavi, et malum coram te feci:
ut
iustificeris in sermonibus tuis, et vincas
cum
iudicaris.
Ecce,
enim in iniquitatibus conceptus sum:
et in peccatis concepit me
mater mea.
Ecce
enim veritatem dilexisti:
incerta
et occulta sapientiae tuae
manifestasti
mihi.
Asperges
me hyssopo, et mundabor:
lavabis me, et super nivem
dealbabor.
Auditui
meo dabis gaudium et laetitiam:
et exsultabunt ossa
humiliata.
Averte
faciem tuam a peccatis meis:
et
omnes iniquitates meas dele.
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Miserere
Have mercy upon me, O
God,
after thy great goodness:
according to the multitude
of
thy mercies
do away mine offences.
Wash me throughly
from my wickedness:
and cleanse me from my sin.
For I
acknowledge my faults:
and my sin is ever before me.
Against
thee only have I sinned, and done this
evil in thy sight: that
thou mightest be justified
in thy saying, and clear when thou
art judged.
Behold, I was shapen in wickedness:
and in sin
hath my mother conceived me.
But lo, thou requirest truth in
the inward parts:
and shalt make me to understand
wisdom
secretly.
Thou shalt purge me with hyssop, and I
shall be
clean: thou shalt wash me,
and I shall be
whiter
than snow.
Thou shalt make me hear of joy and
gladness:
that the bones which thou hast broken may
rejoice.
Turn thy face from my sins:
and put out all my misdeeds.
Make
me a clean heart, O God:
and renew a right spirit within
me.
Cast me not away from thy presence:
and take not thy
holy Spirit from me.
O give me the comfort of thy help
again:
and stablish me with thy free Spirit.
Then shall I
teach thy ways unto the wicked:
and sinners shall be converted
unto thee.
Deliver me from blood-guiltiness, O God,
thou
that art the God of my health:
and my tongue shall sing of thy
righteousness.
Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord:
and my mouth
shall shew thy praise.
For thou desirest no sacrifice, else
would I
give it thee:
but thou delightest not in
burnt-offerings.
The sacrifice of God is a troubled spirit:
a
broken and contrite heart, O God, shalt thou not despise.
O be
favourable and gracious unto Sion:
build thou the walls of
Jerusalem.
Then shalt thou be pleased with the sacrifice of
righteousness,
with the burnt-offerings and oblations:
then
shall they offer young bullocks upon thine altar.
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