Psalms 139
139
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
How Precious Your Thoughts!
1For the music director: a psalm of David. Adonai, You searched me and know me.
2Whenever I sit down or stand up, You know it. You discern my thinking from afar.
3You observe my journeying and my resting and You are familiar with all my ways.
4Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, Adonai, You know all about it.
5You hemmed me in behind and before, and laid Your hand upon me.
6Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.
7Where can I go from Your Ruach? Where can I flee from Your presence?
8If I go up to heaven, You are there, and if I make my bed in Sheol, look, You are there too.
9If I take the wings of the dawn and settle on the other side of the sea,
10even there Your hand will lead me, and Your right hand will lay hold of me.
11If I say: “Surely darkness covers me, night keeps light at a distance from me,”
12even darkness is not dark for You, and night is as bright as day— darkness and light are alike.
13For You have created my conscience. You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14I praise You, for I am awesomely, wonderfully made! Wonderful are Your works— and my soul knows that very well.
15My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16Your eyes saw me when I was unformed, and in Your book were written the days that were formed— when not one of them had come to be.
17How precious are Your thoughts, O God! How great is the sum of them!
18Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand! When I awake, I am still with You.
19If only You would slay the wicked, O God! Away from me, you bloody men!
20For they speak about You with wicked intent. Your enemies reproach You in vain.
21Do I not hate those who hate You, Adonai? Do I not loathe those who rise against You?
22I hate them with total hatred— I consider them my enemies.
23Search me, O God, and know my heart. Examine me, and know my anxious thoughts,
24and see if there be any offensive way within me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
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