The Lord, even the most mighty God, hath spoken *
and called the world, from the rising up of the sun unto the going down thereof.
Out of Sion hath God appeared *
in perfect beauty.
Our God shall come, and shall not keep silence *
there shall go before him a consuming fire, and a mighty tempest shall be stirred up round about him.
He shall call the heaven from above *
and the earth, that he may judge his people.
Gather my saints together unto me *
those that have made a covenant with me with sacrifice.
And the heavens shall declare his righteousness *
for God is Judge himself.
Hear, O my people, and I will speak *
I myself will testify against thee, O Israel; for I am God, even thy God.
I will not reprove thee because of thy sacrifices, or for thy burnt-offerings *
because they were not alway before me.
I will take no bullock out of thine house *
nor he-goat out of thy folds.
For all the beasts of the forest are mine *
and so are the cattle upon a thousand hills.
I know all the fowls upon the mountains *
and the wild beasts of the field are in my sight.
If I be hungry, I will not tell thee *
for the whole world is mine, and all that is therein.
Thinkest thou that I will eat bulls’ flesh *
and drink the blood of goats?
Offer unto God thanksgiving *
and pay thy vows unto the most Highest.
And call upon me in the time of trouble *
so will I hear thee, and thou shalt praise me.
But unto the ungodly said God *
Why dost thou preach my laws, and takest my covenant in thy mouth;
Whereas thou hatest to be reformed *
and has cast my words behind thee?
When thou sawest a thief, thou consentedst unto him *
and hast been partaker with the adulterers.
Thou hast let thy mouth speak wickedness *
and with thy tongue thou hast set forth deceit.
Thou satest, and spakest against thy brother *
yea, and hast slandered thine own mother’s son.
These things hast thou done, and I held my tongue, and thou thoughtest wickedly, that I am even such a one as thyself *
but I will reprove thee, and set before thee the things that thou hast done.
O consider this, ye that forget God *
lest I pluck you away, and there be none to deliver you.
Whoso offereth me thanks and praise, he honoureth me *
and to him that ordereth his conversation right will I shew the salvation of God.
Miserere mei, Deus
Have mercy upon me, O God, after thy great goodness *
according to the multitude of thy mercies do away mine offences.
Wash me throughly from my wickedness *
and cleanse me from my sin.
For I acknowledge my faults *
and my sin is ever before me.
Against thee only have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight *
that thou mightest be justified in thy saying, and clear when thou art judged.
Behold, I was shapen in wickedness *
and in sin hath my mother conceived me.
But lo, thou requirest truth in the inward parts *
and shalt make me to understand wisdom secretly.
Thou shalt purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean *
thou shalt wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Thou shalt make me hear of joy and gladness *
that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.
Turn thy face from my sins *
and put out all my misdeeds.
Make me a clean heart, O God *
and renew a right spirit within me.
Cast me not away from thy presence *
and take not thy holy Spirit from me.
O give me the comfort of thy help again *
and stablish me with thy free Spirit.
Then shall I teach thy ways unto the wicked *
and sinners shall be converted unto thee.
Deliver me from blood-guiltiness, O God, thou that art the God of my health *
and my tongue shall sing of thy righteousness.
Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord *
and my mouth shall shew thy praise.
For thou desirest no sacrifice, else would I give it thee *
but thou delightest not in burnt-offerings.
The sacrifice of God is a troubled spirit *
a broken and contrite heart, O God, shalt thou not despise.
O be favourable and gracious unto Sion *
build thou the walls of Jerusalem.
Then shalt thou be pleased with the sacrifice of righteousness, with the burnt-offerings and oblations *
then shall they offer young bullocks upon thine altar.
Why boastest thou thyself, thou tyrant *
that thou canst do mischief;
Whereas the goodness of God *
endureth yet daily?
Thy tongue imagineth wickedness *
and with lies thou cuttest like a sharp rasor.
Thou hast loved unrighteousness more then goodness *
and to talk of lies more than righteousness.
Thou hast loved to speak all words that may do hurt *
O thou false tongue.
Therefore shall God destroy thee for ever *
he shall take thee, and pluck thee out of thy dwelling, and root thee out of the land of the living.
The righteous also shall see this, and fear *
and shall laugh him to scorn;
Lo, this is the man that took not God for his strength *
but trusted unto the multitude of his riches, and strengthened himself in his wickedness.
As for me, I am like a green olive-tree in the house of God *
my trust is in the tender mercy of God for ever and ever.
I will always give thanks unto thee for that thou hast done *
and I will hope in thy Name, for thy saints like it well.