TSK · Psalms 39:8

Pardon thou therfore for thy name sake O God my wickednesse: for it is very great.

They gaped vpon me with their mouthes: and said this is well, this is wel, our eye hath seene.

Purge thou me with hyssop and I shalbe cleane: washe thou me, and I shalbe whyter then snowe.

He wyll sende from heauen, and saue me from the reproofe of him that woulde deuour me vp, Selah: the Lorde wyll sende foorth his mercie and trueth.

We are become an open shame vnto our neyghbours: a very scorne and derision vnto them that are rounde about vs.

My soule lifteth more after God, then watchmen do after the morning: I say more then watchmen do after the mornyng.

Let the priestes the Lordes ministers weepe betwixt the porche & the aulter, and let them say, Spare thy people O Lord, and geue not ouer thine heritage to reproche, that the heathen shoulde rule ouer them: Wherfore shoulde they say amongst the heathen, Where is their God?

He shall turne againe, and be merciful to vs, he shall put downe our wickednesses, and cast all our sinnes into the bottome of the sea?

Thou that makest thy boast of ye lawe, through breakyng the lawe dishonorest God.