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          Unto the end, a psalm of David, when Nathan the prophet came to him after he had sinned with Bethsabee. Have mercy on me, O God, according to thy great mercy. And according to the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my iniquity.
        
      
      
      
        
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          Wash me yet more from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.
        
      
      
      
        
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          For I know my iniquity, and my sin is always before me.
        
      
      
      
        
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          To thee only have I sinned, and have done evil before thee: that thou mayst be justified in thy words and mayst overcome when thou art judged.
        
      
      
      
        
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          For behold I was conceived in iniquities; and in sins did my mother conceive me.
        
      
      
      
        
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          For behold thou hast loved truth: the uncertain and hidden things of thy wisdom thou hast made manifest to me.
        
      
      
      
        
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          Thou shalt sprinkle me with hyssop, and I shall be cleansed: thou shalt wash me, and I shall be made whiter than snow.
        
      
      
      
        
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          To my hearing thou shalt give joy and gladness: and the bones that have been humbled shall rejoice.
        
      
      
      
        
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          Turn away thy face from my sins, and blot out all my iniquities.
        
      
      
      
        
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          Create a clean heart in me, O God: and renew a right spirit within my bowels.
        
      
      
      
        
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          Cast me not away from thy face; and take not thy holy spirit from me.
        
      
      
      
        
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          Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation, and strengthen me with a perfect spirit.
        
      
      
      
        
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          I will teach the unjust thy ways: and the wicked shall be converted to thee.
        
      
      
      
        
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          Deliver me from blood, O God, thou God of my salvation: and my tongue shall extol thy justice.
        
      
      
      
        
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          O Lord, thou wilt open my lips: and my mouth shall declare thy praise.
        
      
      
      
        
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          For if thou hadst desired sacrifice, I would indeed have given it: with burnt offerings thou wilt not be delighted.
        
      
      
      
        
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          A sacrifice to God is an afflicted spirit: a contrite and humbled heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.
        
      
      
      
        
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          Deal favourably, O Lord, in thy good will with Sion; that the walls of Jerusalem may be built up.
        
      
      
      
        
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          Then shalt thou accept the sacrifice of justice, oblations and whole burnt offerings: then shall they lay calves upon thy altar.