Psalms 139:17
Howe pretious be thy cogitations towardes me O God? howe greatly be the summe of them increased?
Howe pretious be thy cogitations towardes me O God? howe greatly be the summe of them increased?
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18 I go about to count them, I fynde that they are mo in number then the sande: and yet whyle I am wakyng I am styll with thee.
13 For thou hast my reynes in thy possession: thou didst couer me in my mothers wombe.
14 I 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.
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.
16 Thyne 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.
5 O God howe glorious are thy workes? thy thoughtes are very depe.
5 Blessed is the man that hath set his hope in God: and turned not vnto the proude, and to such as decline to lyes.
23 Searche me to the quicke O Lorde, and knowe thou myne heart: proue me and knowe thou my thoughtes.
1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. O God thou hast searched me to the quicke: and thou hast knowen me.
2 Thou knowest my downe sitting & myne vprising: thou vnderstandest my thoughtes long before they be.
3 Thou compassest about my path, and my iourney into all coastes: and thou vsest all my wayes.
4 For there is not a word in my tongue: but beholde thou O Lorde knowest it altogether.
5 Thou hast fashioned me behinde and before: and layde thyne hande vpon me.
6 The knowledge that thou hast of me is marueylous: it is so high that I can not attayne vnto it.
7 Whyther can I go from thy spirite: or whyther can I flee away from thy face?
8 If I ascende vp into heauen, thou art there: if I lay me downe in hell, thou art there also.
9 If I take the wynges of the morning: and go to dwell in the vttermost part of the sea.
10 Euen there also thy hande shall leade me: and thy right hande shall holde me.
19 In the multitude of my cogitations from the bottome of my heart: thy comfortes dyd recreate my soule.
159 Beholde howe I loue thy commaundementes: quicken me O God accordyng to thy louyng kindnesse.
7 How excellent is thy mercy O Lord: therefore the chyldren of men shall put their trust vnder the shadowe of thy winges.
12 I also gaue my selfe to muse of all thy workes: and I talked of all thy actes.
30 Yea, euen all the heeres of your head are numbred.
97 Mem Howe greatly do I loue thy lawe? my study is all the day long in it.
8 Thou hast numbred my flittinges, thou hast put my teares in thy bottell: are not these thinges noted in thy booke?
73 Iod Thy handes haue made me and fashioned me: geue me vnderstanding, and I will learne thy comaundementes.
3 For I will consider thy heauens, euen the workes of thy fingers: the moone and the starres whiche thou hast ordayned.
16 For now thou numbrest all my goinges, and geuest no delay vnto my sinne.
103 Howe sweete are thy wordes vnto my throte: truely they be sweeter then hony is to my mouth.
11 God knoweth the thoughtes of man: that they are but vanitie.
1 The golden psalme of Dauid. Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee.
19 Howe plentifull is thy goodnes which thou hast layde vp for them that feare thee? and whiche thou hast prepared for them that put their trust in thee before the sonnes of men.
24 O God howe manyfolde are thy workes? thou hast made them al in wisdome, the earth is ful of thy ryches.
27 Beholde, I know what ye thinke, yea and the subtiltie that ye imagine against me.
19 And vntyll I haue exceedyngly exalted O Lorde thy ryghteousnesse: for great thynges are they that thou hast done, O Lorde who is lyke vnto thee?
5 I call to remembraunce the tyme long past: I muse vpon euery act of thine, I exercise my study on the worke of thy handes.
15 The death of his saintes: is precious in the eyes of God.
27 Make me to vnderstande the way of thy commaundementes: and I wyll geue my selfe to the meditation of thy wonderous workes.
9 O Lorde we haue wayted: for thy louyng kindnesse in the myddest of thy temple.
140 Thy worde is purified to the vttermost: and thy seruaunt loueth it.
3 O God, what is man that thou doest knowe hym? what is the sonne of man that thou doest thynke of hym?
129 Pe Thy testimonies contayne wonderfull thinges: therfore doth my soule kepe them.
6 Haue I not remembred thee in my bed: and thought vpon thee when I was waking?
167 My soule hath kept thy testimonies: and I haue loued them exceedyngly.
17 And yet this seemed litle in thyne eyes, O God: But thou hast also spoken of thy seruauntes house for a great whyle to come, and hast loked vpon me as vpon a man of hye degree, O Lorde God.
127 Therfore I loue thy commaundementes: aboue golde and precious stone.
10 I haue sought thee with my whole heart: suffer me not to swarue from thy commaundementes.
7 I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
14 But my hope hath ben in thee O God: I haue sayd thou art my Lorde.
17 Thou O God hast taught me from my youth: and hytherto I can well declare thy wonderous workes.