Psalms 51

DOUAI-RHEIMS	VULGATA
1 Unto the end, a psalm of David,	1 In finem. Intellectus David,
2 when Nathan the prophet came to him after he had sinned with Bethsabee.	2 cum venit Doëg Idumæus, et nuntiavit Sauli : Venit David in domum Achimelech.
3 Have mercy on me, O God, according to thy great mercy. And according to the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my iniquity.	3 Quid gloriaris in malitia, qui potens es in iniquitate ?
4 Wash me yet more from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.	4 Tota die injustitiam cogitavit lingua tua ; sicut novacula acuta fecisti dolum.
5 For I know my iniquity, and my sin is always before me.	5 Dilexisti malitiam super benignitatem ; iniquitatem magis quam loqui æquitatem.
6 To thee only have I sinned, and have done evil before thee: that thou mayst be justified in thy words and mayst overcome when thou art judged.	6 Dilexisti omnia verba præcipitationis ; lingua dolosa.
7 For behold I was conceived in iniquities; and in sins did my mother conceive me.	7 Propterea Deus destruet te in finem ; evellet te, et emigrabit te de tabernaculo tuo, et radicem tuam de terra viventium.
8 For behold thou hast loved truth: the uncertain and hidden things of thy wisdom thou hast made manifest to me.	8 Videbunt justi, et timebunt ; et super eum ridebunt, et dicent :
9 Thou shalt sprinkle me with hyssop, and I shall be cleansed: thou shalt wash me, and I shall be made whiter than snow.	9 Ecce homo qui non posuit Deum adjutorem suum ; sed speravit in multitudine divitiarum suarum, et prævaluit in vanitate sua.
10 To my hearing thou shalt give joy and gladness: and the bones that have been humbled shall rejoice.	10 Ego autem, sicut oliva fructifera in domo Dei ; speravi in misericordia Dei, in æternum et in sæculum sæculi.
11 Turn away thy face from my sins, and blot out all my iniquities.	11 Confitebor tibi in sæculum, quia fecisti ; et exspectabo nomen tuum, quoniam bonum est in conspectu sanctorum tuorum.
12 Create a clean heart in me, O God: and renew a right spirit within my bowels.
13 Cast me not away from thy face; and take not thy holy spirit from me.
14 Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation, and strengthen me with a perfect spirit.
15 I will teach the unjust thy ways: and the wicked shall be converted to thee.
16 Deliver me from blood, O God, thou God of my salvation: and my tongue shall extol thy justice.
17 O Lord, thou wilt open my lips: and my mouth shall declare thy praise.
18 For if thou hadst desired sacrifice, I would indeed have given it: with burnt offerings thou wilt not be delighted.
19 A sacrifice to God is an afflicted spirit: a contrite and humbled heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.
20 Deal favourably, O Lord, in thy good will with Sion; that the walls of Jerusalem may be built up.
21 Then shalt thou accept the sacrifice of justice, oblations and whole burnt offerings: then shall they lay calves upon thy altar.