Psalms 50

¹The title of the fiftithe salm. To victorie, the salm of Dauid;

²`whanne Nathan the prophete cam to hym, whanne he entride to Bersabee.

³God, haue thou merci on me; bi thi greet merci. And bi the mychilnesse of thi merciful doyngis; do thou awei my wickidnesse.

⁴More waische thou me fro my wickidnesse; and clense thou me fro my synne.

⁵For Y knouleche my wickidnesse; and my synne is euere ayens me.

⁶I haue synned to thee aloone, and Y haue do yuel bifor thee; that thou be iustified in thi wordis, and ouercome whanne thou art demed. For lo!

⁷Y was conseyued in wickednessis; and my modir conceyuede me in synnes.

⁸For lo! thou louedist treuthe; thou hast schewid to me the vncerteyn thingis, and pryuy thingis of thi wisdom.

⁹Lord, sprenge thou me with ysope, and Y schal be clensid; waische thou me, and Y schal be maad whijt more than snow.

¹⁰Yyue thou ioie, and gladnesse to myn heryng; and boonys maad meke schulen ful out make ioye.

¹¹Turne awei thi face fro my synnes; and do awei alle my wickidnesses.

¹²God, make thou a clene herte in me; and make thou newe a riytful spirit in my entrailis.

¹³Caste thou me not awei fro thi face; and take thou not awei fro me thin hooli spirit.

¹⁴Yiue thou to me the gladnesse of thyn helthe; and conferme thou me with the principal spirit.

¹⁵I schal teche wickid men thi weies; and vnfeithful men schulen be conuertid to thee.

¹⁶God, the God of myn helthe, delyuere thou me fro bloodis; and my tunge schal ioyfuli synge thi riytfulnesse.

¹⁷Lord, `opene thou my lippis; and my mouth schal telle thi preysyng.

¹⁸For if thou haddist wold sacrifice, Y hadde youe; treuli thou schalt not delite in brent sacrifices.

¹⁹A sacrifice to God is a spirit troblid; God, thou schalt not dispise a contrit herte and `maad meke.

²⁰Lord, do thou benygneli in thi good wille to Syon; that the wallis of Jerusalem be bildid.

²¹Thanne thou schalt take plesauntli the sacrifice of riytfulnesse, offryngis, and brent sacrifices; thanne thei schulen putte calues on thin auter.

Psalms 50

¹The mighty God, even the Lord, hath spoken, and called the earth from the rising of the sun unto the going down thereof.

²Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God hath shined.

³Our God shall come, and shall not keep silence: a fire shall devour before him, and it shall be very tempestuous round about him.

⁴He shall call to the heavens from above, and to the earth, that he may judge his people.

⁵Gather my saints together unto me; those that have made a covenant with me by sacrifice.

⁶And the heavens shall declare his righteousness: for God is judge himself. Selah.

⁷Hear, O my people, and I will speak; O Israel, and I will testify against thee: I am God, even thy God.

⁸I will not reprove thee for thy sacrifices or thy burnt offerings, to have been continually before me.

⁹I will take no bullock out of thy house, nor he goats out of thy folds.

¹⁰For every beast of the forest is mine, and the cattle upon a thousand hills.

¹¹I know all the fowls of the mountains: and the wild beasts of the field are mine.

¹²If I were hungry, I would not tell thee: for the world is mine, and the fulness thereof.

¹³Will I eat the flesh of bulls, or drink the blood of goats?

¹⁴Offer unto God thanksgiving; and pay thy vows unto the most High:

¹⁵And call upon me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me.

¹⁶But unto the wicked God saith, What hast thou to do to declare my statutes, or that thou shouldest take my covenant in thy mouth?

¹⁷Seeing thou hatest instruction, and castest my words behind thee.

¹⁸When thou sawest a thief, then thou consentedst with him, and hast been partaker with adulterers.

¹⁹Thou givest thy mouth to evil, and thy tongue frameth deceit.

²⁰Thou sittest and speakest against thy brother; thou slanderest thine own mother’s son.

²¹These things hast thou done, and I kept silence; thou thoughtest that I was altogether such an one as thyself: but I will reprove thee, and set them in order before thine eyes.

²²Now consider this, ye that forget God, lest I tear you in pieces, and there be none to deliver.

²³Whoso offereth praise glorifieth me: and to him that ordereth his conversation aright will I shew the salvation of God.