Psalm 51 Friday Morning 1-4
Be merciful to me, God, * because of your kindness.
Because of your great mercy, * wipe out my crimes.
Rain down to wash me of my guilt * and cleanse me of my sins.
The crimes that accuse me I know; * my sin is ever before me.
Against you alone have I sinned; * and before your eyes committed the crime.
So you are right when you sentence, * and blameless when you judge.
Yes, I was born with guilt; * my mother conceived me in sin.
Yes, truth you prefer * to occult and crafty know-how; * teach me wisdom!
Unsin me, and I'll be purer than spring water; * wash me and I'll be whiter than snow.
Let me hear rejoicing and gladness; * let the bones you crushed revive.
Turn your face from my sins, * and delete all my crimes.
Create a clean heart in me, God, * put a new and loyal spirit in me.
Do not banish me from your presence, * nor deprive me of your holy Spirit.
Give me again your saving joy, * and by your generous spirit sustain me,
that I may teach rebels your ways, * and sinners to return to you.
Deliver me from the tears of death, * God, my God;
then, my Savior, will my tongue * sing loudly of your goodness.
Lord, open my lips, * that my mouth may declare your praise.
Should you delight in a sacrifice * I would offer it; * the same should you desire a holocaust.
The finest sacrifice is a contrite spirit; * a crushed and contrite heart * God, do not reject.
In your goodness beautify Zion; * Rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
Then you will accept proper sacrifices, * offerings wholly burnt; * then young bulls will mount your altar.