More-ouer, wasche me of my synne, [folio 97]
And of my gultës clanse þow me;
And serche my soule with out & Inne,
That I no more defowlid be.
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And as þyn hert aclef atwynne
With doleful deth on þe rodë tre,
Late me neuer no werke bigynne,
Lord, but ȝif it lykë þee.
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(4) Qoniam iniquitatem meam ego cognosco: & peccatum meum contra me est semper.
For al my wickidnesse I knowe,
And my synne is euer me aȝeyn;
Ther-fore late þi gracë growe,
Ihesu, þat was with iewis sleyn.
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Ryche & porë, hye & lowe,
Smale & gret[ë], in certeyn,
Atte domesdaie, when þou schalt blowe,
Of þi mercy schul be ful feyn.
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(5) Tibi soli peccaui, & malum coram te feci: ut iustificeris in sermonibus tuis, &c.
To þee only trespassed haue I,
Wrouȝt wickidly aȝens þi glorie
With wordes & eke with trecherie.
Thou demyst riȝt, & hast þe victórie;
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Ther-fore, þee biseche now I,— [folio 97b]
For tolde hit is in many story,—
That who so trusteþ to þi mercy,
Is endëles in þi memórie.
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(6) Ecce enim in iniquitatibus conceptus sum: & in peccatis concepit me mater mea.
Biholde, in synne I was conceyued
Of my modre, as we ben alle:
