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WYC PSA Chapter 50

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50 The title of the fiftithe salm. To victorie, the salm of Dauid; 2 `whanne Nathan the prophete cam to hym, whanne he entride to Bersabee. 3 God, haue thou merci on me; bi thi greet merci. And bi the mychilnesse of thi merciful doyngis; do thou awei my wickidnesse. 4 More waische thou me fro my wickidnesse; and clense thou me fro my synne. 5 For Y knouleche my wickidnesse; and my synne is euere ayens me. 6 I 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! 7 Y was conseyued in wickednessis; and my modir conceyuede me in synnes. 8 For lo! thou louedist treuthe; thou hast schewid to me the vncerteyn thingis, and pryuy thingis of thi wisdom. 9 Lord, sprenge thou me with ysope, and Y schal be clensid; waische thou me, and Y schal be maad whijt more than snow. 10 Yyue thou ioie, and gladnesse to myn heryng; and boonys maad meke schulen ful out make ioye. 11 Turne awei thi face fro my synnes; and do awei alle my wickidnesses. 12 God, make thou a clene herte in me; and make thou newe a riytful spirit in my entrailis. 13 Caste thou me not awei fro thi face; and take thou not awei fro me thin hooli spirit. 14 Yiue thou to me the gladnesse of thyn helthe; and conferme thou me with the principal spirit. 15 I schal teche wickid men thi weies; and vnfeithful men schulen be conuertid to thee. 16 God, the God of myn helthe, delyuere thou me fro bloodis; and my tunge schal ioyfuli synge thi riytfulnesse. 17 Lord, `opene thou my lippis; and my mouth schal telle thi preysyng. 18 For if thou haddist wold sacrifice, Y hadde youe; treuli thou schalt not delite in brent sacrifices. 19 A sacrifice to God is a spirit troblid; God, thou schalt not dispise a contrit herte and `maad meke. 20 Lord, do thou benygneli in thi good wille to Syon; that the wallis of Jerusalem be bildid. 21 Thanne thou schalt take plesauntli the sacrifice of riytfulnesse, offryngis, and brent sacrifices; thanne thei schulen putte calues on thin auter.