To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid when the prophete Nathan came vnto hym after he was gone in to Bethsabe. Haue mercie on me O Lorde accordyng to thy louyng kindnesse: accordyng vnto the multitudes of thy mercies wype out my wickednesse.

Washe me throughly from myne iniquitie: and clense me from my sinne.

For I do acknowledge my wickednesse: and my sinne is euer before me.

Agaynst thee, only agaynst thee I haue sinned and done this euyll in thy sight: that thou mightest be iustified in thy saying, and founde pure when thou art iudged.

Beholde, I was ingendred in iniquitie: and in sinne my mother conceaued me.

Neuerthelesse, lo thou requirest trueth in the inwarde partes of me: & therfore thou wylt make me learne wisdome in the secrete part of myne heart.

Purge thou me with hyssop and I shalbe cleane: washe thou me, and I shalbe whyter then snowe.

Make thou me to heare some ioy and gladnesse: let the bones reioyce which thou hast broken.

Turne thy face from my sinnes: and wype out all my misdeedes.

Make thou vnto me a cleane heart O Lorde: and renue thou a ryght spirite within me.

Cast me not away from thy presence: and take not thy holy spirite from me.

Geue me agayne the comfort of thy saluation: and confirme me with a free wyllyng spirite.

Then wyll I teache thy wayes vnto the wicked: and sinners shalbe conuerted vnto thee.

Deliuer me from blood O Lorde, the Lorde of my saluation: and my tongue shall sing with a ioyfull noyse of thy iustice.

O Lorde open thou my lippes: and my mouth shall set foorth thy prayse.

For thou desirest no sacrifice, els I would geue it thee: thou delightest not in a burnt offering.

Sacrifices for God is a mortified spirite: O Lorde thou wylt not despise a mortified and an humble heart.

Be thou beneficiall vnto Sion, according to thy gracious good wyll: buylde thou the walles of Hierusalem.

Then shalt thou be pleased with the sacrifices of righteousnes, with burnt offeringes and oblations: then wyll they offer young bullockes vpon thyne aulter.