Coverdale(i)
2 Wash me well fro my wickednesse, & clense me fro my synne.
3 For I knowlege my fautes, and my synne is euer before me.
4 Agaynst the only, agaynst the haue I synned, and done euell in thy sight: that thou mightest be iustified in thy saynges, and shuldest ouercome when thou art iudged.
5 Beholde, I was borne in wickednesse, and in synne hath my mother conceaued me.
6 But lo, thou hast a pleasure in the treuth, and hast shewed me secrete wy?dome.
7 O reconcile me with Isope, and I shal be clene: wash thou me, and I shalbe whyter then snowe.
8 Oh let me heare of ioye and gladnesse, that the bones which thou hast broken, maye reioyse.
9 Turne thy face fro my synnes, and put out all my my?dedes.
10 Make me a clene hert (o God) and renue a right sprete within me.