Lord, ask you…
Pour on me, my God; my God; the waters of every sacred fountain so I can be made pure like a newborn baby. I beg You. Do not ever stop. Submerge me in the purifying waters of Your mercy. Wash me over and over again and You will see how my soul will be whiter than the mountain snow. (v. 9).
Awaken in me, my God, all the harps of gladness; play chords of joy in my innermost being, let the bones You have crushed lift up their heads to sing a song of joy. Let my soul, which was downtrodden by sadness and shame, now, having been visited by Thy mercy, be able to drink the fresh waters of gladness. (v. 10).
My God, touch my innermost being, and make me a new creation. You, who are omnipotent, replicate in me the miracle of the first dawn of the world. Renew and recreate me, as if freshly made by Your hands. Place in the depths of my intimacy a new heart, overflowing with goodness and meekness, patience and humility and cover it with the strength of steel (v. 12).
Extracted from the book “Psalms for life” by Father Ignacio Larrañaga