Berean Standard
Psalm
Chapter 51
                                                            For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. When Nathan the prophet came to him after his adultery with Bathsheba. Have mercy on me, O God, according to Your loving devotion; according to Your great compassion, blot out my transgressions.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            Wash me clean of my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            Against You, You only, have I sinned and done what is evil in Your sight, so that You may be proved right when You speak and blameless when You judge.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            Surely I was brought forth in iniquity; I was sinful when my mother conceived me.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            Surely You desire truth in the inmost being; You teach me wisdom in the inmost place.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones You have crushed rejoice.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            Hide Your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquities.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            Cast me not away from Your presence; take not Your Holy Spirit from me.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            Restore to me the joy of Your salvation, and sustain me with a willing spirit.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            Then I will teach transgressors Your ways, and sinners will return to You.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            Deliver me from bloodguilt, O God, the God of my salvation, and my tongue will sing of Your righteousness.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will declare Your praise.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            For You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it; You take no pleasure in burnt offerings.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            In Your good pleasure, cause Zion to prosper; build up the walls of Jerusalem.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            Then You will delight in righteous sacrifices, in whole burnt offerings; then bulls will be offered on Your altar.