Psalms 139
David praiseth God for his allseeing providence,
Psalms 139:1 {To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid.} O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Psalms 139:2 Thou knowest my doune sittyng and myne vprysinge, thou vnderstandest my thoughtes a farre of. Psalms 139:3 Thou art about my path & about my bed and spyest out all my wayes. Psalms 139:4 For lo, there is not a worde in my tonge, but thou, O Lorde knowest it altogether. Psalms 139:5 Thou hast fashioned me behynde and before, and layed thyne hande vpon me. Psalms 139:6 Such knowlege is to wonderfull and excellent for me, I can not atteyne vnto it. Psalms 139:7 Whither shal I go then from thy sprete? or, whyther shall I go then frome thy presence? Psalms 139:8 If I clyme vp into heauen, thou art there if I go doune to hel, thou art there also. Psalms 139:9 If I take the wynges of the mornynge, & remayne in the vttermost parte of the sea: Psalms 139:10 Euen there also shall thy hande leade me, and thy right hand shall holde me. Psalms 139:11 If I saye: peraduenture the darkenesse shall couer me, then shall my nyghte be turned to daye. Psalms 139:12 Yea, the darkenesse is no darkenesse with the, but the nyght is as cleare as the day, the darkenesse and light are both a lyke. Psalms 139:13 For my reynes are thyne, thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe. Psalms 139:14 I will geue thankes vnto the, for I am wonderously made: maruelous are thy workes, & that my soule knoweth right well. Psalms 139:15 My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly, and fashyoned beneth in the earth. Psalms 139:16 Thyne eyes se myne vnperfectnesse, they stande all written in thy boke: my dayes were fashyoned, when as yet there was not one of them.
and for his infinite mercies.
Psalms 139:17 How deare are thy counsails vnto me O God? O how greate is the summe of them? Psalms 139:18 If I tell them, they are mo in numbre then the sande: when I wake vp, I am presente with the.
He defieth the wicked.
Psalms 139:19 Wylt thou not slaye the wycked (Oh God) that the bloudthyrsty myghte departe fro me? Psalms 139:20 For they speake vnright of the, thyne enemyes exalte them selfes presumpteously. Psalms 139:21 I hate them, O Lorde, that hate the: and I maye not awaye wyth those that ryse vp agaynst the. Psalms 139:22 Yea I hate them right sore, therefore are they myne enemyes.
He prayeth for sincerety.
Psalms 139:23 Trye me, O God, and seke the grounde of myne herte: proue me, and examen my thoughtes. Psalms 139:24 Loke well if there be any way of wickednesse in me, and leade me in the way euerlastynge.
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