Psalms 51

NEW JERUSALEM	Peshitta
1 [For the choirmaster Of David When the prophet Nathan had come to him because he had gone toBathsheba] Have mercy on me, O God, in your faithful love, in your great tenderness wipe away my offences;
2 wash me clean from my guilt, purify me from my sin.
3 For I am wel aware of my offences, my sin is constantly in mind.	3 ܪܚܡ ܥܠܝ ܐܠܗܐ ܐܝܟ ܛܝܒܘܬܟ ܘܐܝܟ ܣܘܓܐܐ ܕܪ̈ܚܡܝܟ ܥܛܝ ܚ̈ܛܗܝ
4 Against you, you alone, I have sinned, I have done what you see to be wrong, that you may show yoursaving justice when you pass sentence, and your victory may appear when you give judgement,	4 ܐܣܓܐ ܐܫܝܓܝܢܝ ܡܢ ܥܘܠܝ ܘܡܢ ܚ̈ܛܗܝ ܕܟܢܝ
5 remember, I was born guilty, a sinner from the moment of conception.	5 ܡܛܠ ܕܣܟ̈ܠܘܬܝ ܝܕܥ ܐܢܐ ܘܚ̈ܛܗܝ ܠܘܩܒܠܝ ܐܢܘܢ ܒܟܠܙܒܢ
6 But you delight in sincerity of heart, and in secret you teach me wisdom.	6 ܠܟ ܒܠܚܘܕܝܟ ܚܛܝܬ ܘܒܝܫܬ̈ܐ ܩܕܡܝܟ ܥܒܕܬ. ܡܛܠ ܕܬܙܕܕܩ ܒܡܠܬܟ ܘܬܙܟܐ ܒܕܝܢܝ̈ܟ
7 Purify me with hyssop till I am clean, wash me til I am whiter than snow.	7 ܡܛܠ ܕܒܥܘܠܐ ܐܬܒܛܢܬ ܘܒܚ̈ܛܗܐ ܒܛܢܬܢܝ ܐܡܝ
8 Let me hear the sound of joy and gladness, and the bones you have crushed wil dance.	8 ܐܢܬ ܕܝܢ ܒܩܘܫܬܐ ܨܒܝܬ ܘܟܣ̈ܝܬܐ ܕܚܟܡܬܟ ܐܘܕܥܬܢܝ
9 Turn away your face from my sins, and wipe away al my guilt.	9 ܪܘܣ ܥܠܝ ܒܙܘܦܐ ܘܐܬܕܟܐ ܚܠܠܝܢܝ ܒܗ ܘܡܢ ܬܠܓܐ ܐܚܘܪ
10 God, create in me a clean heart, renew within me a resolute spirit,	10 ܐܣܒܥܝܢܝ ܒܘܣܡܟ ܘܚܕܘܬܟ ܘܢܚܕܘܢ ܓܪ̈ܡܝ ܡܟܝ̈ܟܐ
11 do not thrust me away from your presence, do not take away from me your spirit of holiness.	11 ܐܗܦܟ ܐ̈ܦܝܟ ܡܢ ܚ̈ܛܗܝ ܘܟܠܗܝܢ ܣܟ̈ܠܘܬܝ ܥܛܝ
12 Give me back the joy of your salvation, sustain in me a generous spirit.	12 ܠܒܐ ܕܟܝܐ ܒܪܝ ܒܝ ܐܠܗܐ ܘܪܘܚܟ ܬܩܢܬܐ ܚܕܬ ܒܓܘܝ
13 I shal teach the wicked your paths, and sinners will return to you.	13 ܠܐ ܬܫܕܝܢܝ ܡܢ ܩܕܡܝܟ. ܘܪܘܚܟ ܩܕܝܫܐ ܠܐ ܬܣܒ ܡܢܝ
14 Deliver me from bloodshed, God, God of my salvation, and my tongue wil acclaim your savingjustice.	14 ܐܠܐ ܐܗܦܟ ܠܝ ܒܘܣܡܟ ܘܦܘܪܩܢܟ ܘܪܘܚܟ ܡܫܒܚܬܐ ܬܣܡܟܢܝ
15 Lord, open my lips, and my mouth wil speak out your praise.	15 ܕܐܠܦ ܠܥܘ̈ܠܐ ܐܘܪܚܟ ܘܚ̈ܛܝܐ ܠܘܬܟ ܢܬܦܢܘܢ
16 Sacrifice gives you no pleasure, burnt offering you do not desire.	16 ܦܨܢܝ ܡܢ ܕܡܐ ܐܠܗܝ ܐܠܗܐ ܕܙܕܝܩܘܬܝ ܘܢܫܒܚ ܠܫܢܝ ܙܕܝܩܘܬܟ
17 Sacrifice to God is a broken spirit, a broken, contrite heart you never scorn.	17 ܡܪܝܐ ܦܬܚ ܠܝ ܣܦܘ̈ܬܝ ܘܦܘܡܝ ܢܦܩ ܬܫܒܚ̈ܬܟ
18 In your graciousness do good to Zion, rebuild the wal s of Jerusalem.	18 ܡܛܠ ܕܠܐ ܨܒܝܬ ܒܕܒܚ̈ܐ ܐܦܠܐ ܒܝܩ̈ܕܐ ܫܠܡ̈ܐ ܐܬܪܥܝܬ
19 Then you wil delight in upright sacrifices,-burnt offerings and whole oblations -- and young bul s will be offered on your altar.	19 ܕܒܚ̈ܘܗܝ ܕܐܠܗܐ ܪܘܚܐ ܗܝ ܡܟܝܟܬܐ ܠܒܐ ܫܚܝܩܐ ܐܠܗܐ ܠܐ ܡܣܠܐ