Create in me a clean heart, O God
							
																								
								(2 Samuel 12:1-12)							
																								
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									Unto the end, a psalm of David,
								
							 
																								
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									When Nathan the prophet came to him after he had sinned with Bethsabee.
								
							 
																								
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									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.