Psalm 50

Deus deorum

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.

Psalm 51

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.

Psalm 52

Quid gloriaris?

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.