Psalm 50 (Miserere)
Have mercy on me, God, in accord with your merciful love; in your abundant compassion blot out my transgressions.
Miserére mei, Deus, secúndum misericórdiam tuam. Et secúndum multitúdinem miseratiónum tuárum dele iniquitátem meam.
Thoroughly wash away my guilt; and from my sin cleanse me.
Ámplius lava me ab iniquitáte mea et a peccáto meo munda me.
For I know my transgressions; my sin is always before me.
Quóniam iniquitátem meam ego cognósco: et peccátum meum contra me est semper.
Against You, You alone have I sinned; I have done what is evil in your eyes. So that You are just in your word, and without reproach in your judgment.
Tibi, tibi soli peccávi, et malum coram te feci, ut iustus inveniáris in senténtia tua et ǽquus in iudício tuo.
Behold, I was born in guilt, in sin my mother conceived me.
Ecce enim in iniquitáte generátus sum: et in peccáto concépit me mater mea.
Behold, You desire true sincerity; and secretly You teach me wisdom.
Ecce enim veritátem in corde dilexísti: et in occúlto sapiéntiam manifestásti mihi.
Cleanse me with hyssop, that I may be pure; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
Aspérges me hyssópo, et mundábor: lavábis me, et super nivem dealbábor.
You will let me hear gladness and joy; the bones You have crushed will rejoice.
Audíre me fácies gáudium et lætítiam, et exsultábunt ossa, quæ contrivísti.
Turn away your face from my sins; blot out all my iniquities.
Avérte fáciem tuam a peccátis meis, et omnes iniquitátes meas dele.
A clean heart create for me, God; a steadfast spirit renew within me.
Cor mundum crea in me, Deus, et spíritum firmum ínnova in viscéribus meis.
Do not drive me from before your face, nor take from me your holy spirit.
Ne proícias me a fácie tua et spíritum sanctum tuum ne áuferas a me.
Restore to me the gladness of your salvation; uphold me with a willing spirit.
Redde mihi lætítiam salutáris tui, et spíritu promptíssimo confírma me.
I will teach the wicked your ways, that sinners may return to You.
Docébo iníquos vias tuas, et ímpii ad te converténtur.
Rescue me from violent bloodshed, God, my saving God, and my tongue will sing joyfully of your justice.
Líbera me de sanguínibus, Deus, Deus salútis meæ, et exsultábit língua mea iustítiam tuam.
Lord, open my lips; and my mouth will proclaim your praise.
Dómine, lábia mea apéries, et os meum annuntiábit laudem tuam.
For You do not desire sacrifice or I would give it; a burnt offering You would not accept.
Non enim sacrifício delectáris; holocáustum, si ófferam, non placébit.
My sacrifice, O God, is a contrite spirit; a contrite, humbled heart, O God, You will not scorn.
Sacrifícium Deo spíritus contribulátus; cor contrítum et humiliátum, Deus, non despícies.
Treat Zion kindly according to your good will; build up the walls of Jerusalem.
Benígne fac, Dómine, in bona voluntáte tua Sion, ut ædificéntur muri Ierúsalem.
Then You will desire the sacrifices of the just, burnt offering and whole offerings; then they will offer up young bulls on your altar.
Tunc acceptábis sacrifícium iustítiæ, oblatiónes et holocáusta: tunc impónent super altáre tuum vítulos.