Psalms 139
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PSALM 139
Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
To the chief Musician,
A Psalm of David.
1O Lord, thou hast me search'd and known.
2Thou know'st my sitting down,
And rising up; yea, all my thoughts
afar to thee are known.
3My footsteps, and my lying down,
thou compassest always;
Thou also most entirely art
acquaint with all my ways.
4For in my tongue, before I speak,
not any word can be,
But altogether, lo, O Lord,
it is well known to thee.
5Behind, before, thou hast beset,
and laid on me thine hand.
6Such knowledge is too strange for me,
too high to understand.
7From thy Sp'rit whither shall I go?
or from thy presence fly?
8Ascend I heav'n, lo, thou art there;
there, if in hell I lie.
9Take I the morning wings, and dwell
in utmost parts of sea;
10Ev'n there, Lord, shall thy hand me lead,
thy right hand hold shall me.
11If I do say that darkness shall
me cover from thy sight,
Then surely shall the very night
about me be as light.
12Yea, darkness hideth not from thee,
but night doth shine as day:
To thee the darkness and the light
are both alike alway.
13For thou possessed hast my reins,
and thou hast cover'd me,
When I within my mother's womb
inclosed was by thee.
14Thee will I praise; for fearfully
and strangely made I am;
Thy works are marv'llous, and right well
my soul doth know the same.
15My substance was not hid from thee,
when as in secret I
Was made; and in earth's lowest parts
was wrought most curiously.
16Thine eyes my substance did behold,
yet being unperfect;
And in the volume of thy book
my members all were writ;
Which after in continuance
were fashion'd ev'ry one,
When as they yet all shapeless were,
and of them there was none.
17How precious also are thy thoughts,
O gracious God, to me!
And in their sum how passing great
and numberless they be!
18If I should count them, than the sand
they more in number be:
What time soever I awake,
I ever am with thee.
19Thou, Lord, wilt sure the wicked slay:
hence from me bloody men.
20Thy foes against thee loudly speak,
and take thy name in vain.
21Do not I hate all those, O Lord,
that hatred bear to thee?
With those that up against thee rise
can I but grieved be?
22With perfect hatred them I hate,
my foes I them do hold.
23Search me, O God, and know my heart,
try me, my thoughts unfold:
24And see if any wicked way
there be at all in me;
And in thine everlasting way
to me a leader be.
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Psalms 139
139
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
1 LORD, thou hast searched me, and known me.
2Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising,
Thou understandest my thought afar off.
3Thou searchest out my path and my lying down,
And art acquainted with all my ways.
4For there is not a word in my tongue,
But, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether.
5Thou hast beset me behind and before,
And laid thine hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is high, I cannot attain unto it.
7Whither shall I from thy spirit?
Or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
8If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there:
If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, thou art there.
9If I take the wings of the morning,
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
10Even there shall thy hand lead me,
And thy right hand shall hold me.
11If I say, Surely the darkness shall overwhelm me,
And the light about me shall be night;
12Even the darkness hideth not from thee,
But the night shineth as the day:
The darkness and the light are both alike to thee.
13For thou hast possessed my reins:
Thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.
14I will give thanks unto thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made:
Wonderful are thy works;
And that my soul knoweth right well.
15My frame was not hidden from thee,
When I was made in secret,
And curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16Thine eyes did see mine unperfect substance,
And in thy book were all my members written,
Which day by day were fashioned,
When as yet there was none of them.
17How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!
18If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand:
When I awake, I am still with thee.
19Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God:
Depart from me therefore, ye bloodthirsty men.
20For they speak against thee wickedly,
And thine enemies take thy name in vain.
21Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee?
And am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?
22I hate them with perfect hatred:
I count them mine enemies.
23Search me, O God, and know my heart:
Try me and know my thoughts:
24And see if there be any way of wickedness in me,
And lead me in the way everlasting.
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