Psalms 139:15
The substaunce of my body was not hyd from thee: when I was made in secrete and fashioned with distinct members in my mothers wombe.
The substaunce of my body was not hyd from thee: when I was made in secrete and fashioned with distinct members in my mothers wombe.
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12Truely the darknesse shall not darken any thing from thee, and the night shalbe as lyghtsome as the day: darknesse and lyght to thee are both a lyke.
13For thou hast my reynes in thy possession: thou didst couer me in my mothers wombe.
14I wyll confesse it vnto thee, for that thy doynges are to be dreaded, I am made after a marueylous sort: thy workes be marueylous, and that my soule knoweth ryght well.
16Thyne eyes dyd see me when I was most imperfect: and in thy booke were written euery day of them wherin the partes of my body were shaped, and no one of them were knowen vnto thee.
17Howe pretious be thy cogitations towardes me O God? howe greatly be the summe of them increased?
15He that fashioned me in my mothers wombe, made he not him also? were we not both shapen a like in our mothers bodies?
8Thy handes haue made me, & fashioned me altogether rounde about, wilt thou then destroy me?
9Remember I besech thee that thou madest me as the moulde of the earth, and shalt bring me into dust againe.
5Beholde, I was ingendred in iniquitie: and in sinne my mother conceaued me.
6Neuerthelesse, lo thou requirest trueth in the inwarde partes of me: & therfore thou wylt make me learne wisdome in the secrete part of myne heart.
6Through thee haue I ben mayntayned euer since I was borne: thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, my praise shalbe alway of thee.
7I am become as it were a monster vnto many: but my sure trust is in thee.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. O God thou hast searched me to the quicke: and thou hast knowen me.
2Thou knowest my downe sitting & myne vprising: thou vnderstandest my thoughtes long before they be.
3Thou compassest about my path, and my iourney into all coastes: and thou vsest all my wayes.
4For there is not a word in my tongue: but beholde thou O Lorde knowest it altogether.
5Thou hast fashioned me behinde and before: and layde thyne hande vpon me.
6The knowledge that thou hast of me is marueylous: it is so high that I can not attayne vnto it.
7Whyther can I go from thy spirite: or whyther can I flee away from thy face?
8If I ascende vp into heauen, thou art there: if I lay me downe in hell, thou art there also.
9If I take the wynges of the morning: and go to dwell in the vttermost part of the sea.
11Thou hast couered me with skinne and fleshe, and ioyned me together with bones and sinnowes.
9But thou art he that tokest me out of my mothers wombe: thou causedst me to trust in thee, suckyng my mothers breastes.
10I haue ben left vnto thee euer since I was borne: thou art my God euen from my mothers wombe.
23I haue ben ordayned from euerlasting, and from the beginning or euer the earth was made.
24When I was borne there were neither depthes nor springes of water.
25Before the foundations of the mountaines were layde: yea before all hilles, was I borne:
26The earth, and all that is vpon the earth was not yet made, no not the dust it selfe.
27For when he made the heauens, I was present, when he compassed the deapthes about:
16Or why was not I hyd, as a thing borne out of tune, either as young children which neuer sawe the light?
4Where wast thou when I layed the foundations of the earth? Tell playnely, if thou hast vnderstanding.
73Iod Thy handes haue made me and fashioned me: geue me vnderstanding, and I will learne thy comaundementes.
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
17Why sluest thou not me assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe? or that my mother had ben my graue her selfe, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her?
18Wherefore came I foorth of my mothers wombe? to haue experience of labour and sorowe, and to leade my lyfe with shame?
3When my spirite was ouerwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked they haue priuily layde a snare for me.
13Thou hast hyd these thinges in thyne heart yet I am sure that thou remembrest this thing.
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, & keepe me secret vntyl thy wrath were past, and to appoynt me a time wherein thou mightest remember me.
4As it stoode with me when I was young, when God prospered my house:
5Before I fashioned thee in thy mothers wombe, I dyd knowe thee: and or euer thou wast borne, I sanctified thee, and ordeyned thee to be a prophete vnto the people.
3For I will consider thy heauens, euen the workes of thy fingers: the moone and the starres whiche thou hast ordayned.
25Thou hast before tyme layde the foundation of the earth: and the heauens are the worke of thy handes.
8Moreouer, there be some wherof thou hast neither heard nor knowen, neither haue ben opened vnto thyne eares afore tyme: For I knewe that thou wouldest malitiously offende, therfore haue I called thee a transgressour, euen from thy mothers wombe.
2He hath made my mouth lyke a sharpe sworde, vnder the shadowe of his hande hath he defended me, and hid me in his quiuer as a good arrowe,
5O God howe glorious are thy workes? thy thoughtes are very depe.
10And thou Lorde, in the begynnyng hast layde the foundation of the earth: And the heauens are the workes of thy handes:
10Because it shut not vp the doores of my mothers wombe, nor hyd sorowe from myne eyes.
11Alas why died I not in the birth? why dyd not I perishe assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe?
3For who can keepe his owne counsaile so secrete but it shalbe knowen? Therefore haue I spoken that I vnderstoode not, euen the thinges that are to wonderfull for me, and passe myne vnderstanding.
23Searche me to the quicke O Lorde, and knowe thou myne heart: proue me and knowe thou my thoughtes.