O blessed is the man to whom
Is freely pardoned
All the transgression he hath done,
Whose sin is covered.

Blessed is the man to whom the Lord
Imputeth not his sin,
And in whose spirit there is found
No guile or fraud therein.

When as I did refrain my speech,
And silent was my tongue,
My bones then waxed old, because
I roared all day long.

For upon me both day and night
Thine hand did heavy lie,
So that my moisture turned is
In summer's drought thereby.

I thereupon have unto thee
My sin acknowledged,
And likewise mine iniquity
I have not covered.

My faults I'll to Jehovah own,
My transgressions, said I;
And thou forgavest the guilt of sin
In which I guilty lie.

For this shall every godly one
His prayer make to thee;
In such a time he shall thee seek
As found thou mayest be.

Be glad in God, ye righteous ones;
Therein do ye rejoice:
All ye that upright are in heart,
For joy lift up your voice.