Salmi ܡܙܡܘܪܐ 51

Peshitta	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
	1 For the leader. A psalm of David,
	2 when Nathan the prophet came to him after his affair with Bathsheba.
3 ܪܚܡ ܥܠܝ ܐܠܗܐ ܐܝܟ ܛܝܒܘܬܟ ܘܐܝܟ ܣܘܓܐܐ ܕܪ̈ܚܡܝܟ ܥܛܝ ܚ̈ܛܗܝ	3 Have mercy on me, God, in your goodness; in your abundant compassion blot out my offense.
4 ܐܣܓܐ ܐܫܝܓܝܢܝ ܡܢ ܥܘܠܝ ܘܡܢ ܚ̈ܛܗܝ ܕܟܢܝ	4 Wash away all my guilt; from my sin cleanse me.
5 ܡܛܠ ܕܣܟ̈ܠܘܬܝ ܝܕܥ ܐܢܐ ܘܚ̈ܛܗܝ ܠܘܩܒܠܝ ܐܢܘܢ ܒܟܠܙܒܢ	5 For I know my offense; my sin is always before me.
6 ܠܟ ܒܠܚܘܕܝܟ ܚܛܝܬ ܘܒܝܫܬ̈ܐ ܩܕܡܝܟ ܥܒܕܬ. ܡܛܠ ܕܬܙܕܕܩ ܒܡܠܬܟ ܘܬܙܟܐ ܒܕܝܢܝ̈ܟ	6 Against you alone have I sinned; I have done such evil in your sight That you are just in your sentence, blameless when you condemn.
7 ܡܛܠ ܕܒܥܘܠܐ ܐܬܒܛܢܬ ܘܒܚ̈ܛܗܐ ܒܛܢܬܢܝ ܐܡܝ	7 True, I was born guilty, a sinner, even as my mother conceived me.
8 ܐܢܬ ܕܝܢ ܒܩܘܫܬܐ ܨܒܝܬ ܘܟܣ̈ܝܬܐ ܕܚܟܡܬܟ ܐܘܕܥܬܢܝ	8 Still, you insist on sincerity of heart; in my inmost being teach me wisdom.
9 ܪܘܣ ܥܠܝ ܒܙܘܦܐ ܘܐܬܕܟܐ ܚܠܠܝܢܝ ܒܗ ܘܡܢ ܬܠܓܐ ܐܚܘܪ	9 Cleanse me with hyssop, that I may be pure; wash me, make me whiter than snow.
10 ܐܣܒܥܝܢܝ ܒܘܣܡܟ ܘܚܕܘܬܟ ܘܢܚܕܘܢ ܓܪ̈ܡܝ ܡܟܝ̈ܟܐ	10 Let me hear sounds of joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice.
11 ܐܗܦܟ ܐ̈ܦܝܟ ܡܢ ܚ̈ܛܗܝ ܘܟܠܗܝܢ ܣܟ̈ܠܘܬܝ ܥܛܝ	11 Turn away your face from my sins; blot out all my guilt.
12 ܠܒܐ ܕܟܝܐ ܒܪܝ ܒܝ ܐܠܗܐ ܘܪܘܚܟ ܬܩܢܬܐ ܚܕܬ ܒܓܘܝ	12 A clean heart create for me, God; renew in me a steadfast spirit.
13 ܠܐ ܬܫܕܝܢܝ ܡܢ ܩܕܡܝܟ. ܘܪܘܚܟ ܩܕܝܫܐ ܠܐ ܬܣܒ ܡܢܝ	13 Do not drive me from your presence, nor take from me your holy spirit.
14 ܐܠܐ ܐܗܦܟ ܠܝ ܒܘܣܡܟ ܘܦܘܪܩܢܟ ܘܪܘܚܟ ܡܫܒܚܬܐ ܬܣܡܟܢܝ	14 Restore my joy in your salvation; sustain in me a willing spirit.
15 ܕܐܠܦ ܠܥܘ̈ܠܐ ܐܘܪܚܟ ܘܚ̈ܛܝܐ ܠܘܬܟ ܢܬܦܢܘܢ	15 I will teach the wicked your ways, that sinners may return to you.
16 ܦܨܢܝ ܡܢ ܕܡܐ ܐܠܗܝ ܐܠܗܐ ܕܙܕܝܩܘܬܝ ܘܢܫܒܚ ܠܫܢܝ ܙܕܝܩܘܬܟ	16 Rescue me from death, God, my saving God, that my tongue may praise your healing power.
17 ܡܪܝܐ ܦܬܚ ܠܝ ܣܦܘ̈ܬܝ ܘܦܘܡܝ ܢܦܩ ܬܫܒܚ̈ܬܟ	17 Lord, open my lips; my mouth will proclaim your praise.
18 ܡܛܠ ܕܠܐ ܨܒܝܬ ܒܕܒܚ̈ܐ ܐܦܠܐ ܒܝܩ̈ܕܐ ܫܠܡ̈ܐ ܐܬܪܥܝܬ	18 For you do not desire sacrifice; a burnt offering you would not accept.
19 ܕܒܚ̈ܘܗܝ ܕܐܠܗܐ ܪܘܚܐ ܗܝ ܡܟܝܟܬܐ ܠܒܐ ܫܚܝܩܐ ܐܠܗܐ ܠܐ ܡܣܠܐ	19 My sacrifice, God, is a broken spirit; God, do not spurn a broken, humbled heart.
20 ܐܛܐܒ ܒܨܒܝܢܟ ܠܨܗܝܘܢ ܘܒܢܝ ܫܘܪ̈ܝܗ̇ ܕܐܘܪܫܠܡ	20 Make Zion prosper in your good pleasure; rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
21 ܗܝ ܕܝܢ ܬܨܛܒܐ ܒܕܒܚ̈ܐ ܕܩܘܫܬܐ ܘܒܝ̈ܩܕܐ ܫ̈ܠܡܐ ܗܝ ܕܝܢ ܢܣܩܘܢ ܬܘܪ̈ܐ ܥܠ ܡܕܒܚܟ	21 Then you will be pleased with proper sacrifice, burnt offerings and holocausts; then bullocks will be offered on your altar.