Psalms 139:7
Whyther can I go from thy spirite: or whyther can I flee away from thy face?
Whyther can I go from thy spirite: or whyther can I flee away from thy face?
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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.
11 And yf I say peraduenture the darknesse shall couer me: and the night shalbe day for me,
12 Truely 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.
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.
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.
23 Searche me to the quicke O Lorde, and knowe thou myne heart: proue me and knowe thou my thoughtes.
24 And loke well yf there be any way of peruersnesse in me: and then leade me in the way of the worlde.
11 Cast me not away from thy presence: and take not thy holy spirite from me.
17 Howe pretious be thy cogitations towardes me O God? howe greatly be the summe of them increased?
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.
19 Why goest thou not fro me, nor lettest me alone, so long till I may swalowe downe my spyttle?
3 If thou O God wylt marke what is done amisse: O Lorde who can abide it?
9 Delyuer me O God from myne enemies: I hyde my selfe with thee.
3 When my spirite was ouerwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked they haue priuily layde a snare for me.
10 I haue sought thee with my whole heart: suffer me not to swarue from thy commaundementes.
24 May any man hide him selfe so, that I shall not see hym saith the Lorde? do not I fulfill heauen and earth saith the Lorde?
1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. In God I put my trust: howe say ye then to my soule, that she shoulde flee as a byrde from your hyll.
24 yea and so deepe, that I might not reache vnto her.
7 Art thou able to finde out the secretes of God? Or wilt thou attayne to the perfectnesse of the almightie?
8 It is hier then heauen, what art thou able to do? deeper then the hel, how wilt thou then knowe it?
4 To whom hast thou spoken these wordes? who made the breath to come out of thy mouth?
25 Whom haue I in heauen but thee? and there is none vpon earth that I desire besides thee.
8 Behold, though I go forwarde I find him not: If I go backwarde, I can get no knowledge of hym:
21 Withdrawe thyne hande from me, and let not the fearefull dreade of thee make me afrayde.
19 Then shewe me the way where light dwelleth, & where is the place of darkenesse?
13 That thy minde is so pufte vp against God, and lettest such wordes go out of thy mouth?
15 The winde passed by before my presence, and made the heeres of my fleshe to stande vp.
6 And I sayde, O that I had wynges like a doue: for then woulde I flee away, and be at rest.
7 Lo, then woulde I fleeing get me away farre of: and remayne in the wyldernesse. Selah.
8 Then woulde I make hast to escape: from the stormie wynde, and from the tempest.
1 O God, who shall dwell in thy tabernacle? who shall rest vppon thy holy hyll?
6 That thou makest such inquisition for my wickednes, and searchest out my sinne?
7 Whereas thou knowest whether I shall do wickedly or no, and that none can deliuer me out of thyne hande.
4 And I saide: I am cast away out of thy sight, yet wyll I loke againe toward thyne holy temple.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
4 Yea though I walke through the valley of the shadowe of death, I wyll feare no euyll: for thou art with me, thy rodde and thy staffe be the thynges that do comfort me.
7 Make speede, hearken vnto me O God, my spirite waxeth faynt: hyde not thy face from me, for I am lyke vnto them that go downe into the pyt.
11 Lo, when he goeth by me, I shal not see hym, and when he passeth, I shall not perceaue hym.
28 I knowe thy wayes, thy going foorth, and thy commyng home, yea and thy madnesse agaynst me.
12 Am I a sea or a whale fish, that thou kepest me so in prison?
8 My heart hath sayde vnto thee according to this thy commaundement seeke ye my face: thy face O God wyll I seeke.