Psalms 139:13
I wil geue thakes vnto the, for I am woderously made: maruelous are thy workes, and that my soule knoweth right well.
I wil geue thakes vnto the, for I am woderously made: maruelous are thy workes, and that my soule knoweth right well.
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14 My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneth in the earth.
15 Thine eyes se myne vnparfitnesse, they stonde all writte i thy boke:
16 my dayes were fashioned, when as yet there was not one of them
17 How deare are yi coucels vnto me o God? O how greate is the summe of them?
5 I haue leaned vpo ye euer sens I was borne, thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, therfore is my prayse allwaye of the.
6 I am become a wonder vnto the multitude, but my sure trust is in the.
7 Oh let my mouth be fylled with thy prayse & honoure all the daye loge.
9 But thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wobe: thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet vpon my mothers brestes.
10 I haue bene left vnto the euer sence I was borne, thou art my God, eue fro my mothers wombe.
1 O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Thou knowest my downe syttinge & my vprisynge, thou vnderstodest my thoughtes a farre of.
2 Thou art aboute my path & aboute my bedd, & spyest out all my wayes.
3 For lo, there is not a worde i my toge, but thou (o LORDE) knowest it alltogether.
4 Thou hast fashioned me behinde & before, & layed thine hode vpon me.
5 Soch knowlege is to wonderfull & excellet for me, I can not atteyne vnto it.
6 Whither shal I go then from thy sprete? Or, whither shal I fle from thy presence?
7 Yf I clymme vp in to heauen, thou art there: yf I go downe to hell, thou art there also.
8 Yf I take the wynges of the mornynge, & remayne in the vttemost parte of the see:
9 Euen there also shal thy honde lede me, and thy right hande shal holde me.
10 Yf I saye: peradueture the darcknesse shal couer me, then shal my night be turned to daye.
11 Yee the darcknesse is no darcknesse with the, but the night is as cleare as the daye, the darcknesse & light are both alike.
12 For my reynes are thyne, thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe.
11 Thou hast couered me with skynne and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones & synowes.
12 Thou hast graunted me life, and done me good: and the diligent hede that thou tokest vpon me, hath preserued my sprete.
13 Though thou hydest these thinges in thine hert, yet am I sure, that thou remembrest the all.
4 Agaynst the only, agaynst the haue I synned, and done euell in thy sight: that thou mightest be iustified in thy saynges, and shuldest ouercome when thou art iudged.
5 Beholde, I was borne in wickednesse, and in synne hath my mother conceaued me.
6 But lo, thou hast a pleasure in the treuth, and hast shewed me secrete wy?dome.
15 He that fashioned me in my mothers wombe, made he not him also? were we not both shappen alyke in oure mothers bodies?
17 because he slewe me not, as soone as I came out off my mothers wombe, and because my mother was not my graue hirselff, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her.
8 Thy hondes haue made me, & fashioned me alltogether rounde aboute, wilt thou then destroye me sodely?
5 Before I fasshioned the in thy mothers wobe, I dyd knowe the: And or euer thou wast borne, I sanctified the, & ordened the, to be a prophet vnto the people.
18 (for mercy grewe vp with me fro my youth, & compassion fro my mothers wombe.)
73 Thy hades haue made me and fashioned me, O geue me vnderstondinge, that I maye lerne thy commaundementes.
1 Herken vnto me, ye Iles, and take hede ye people from farre: The LORDE hath called me fro my byrth, and made mecion of my name fro my mothers wobe:
2 he hath made my mouth like a sharpe swerde, vnder ye shadowe of his honde hath he defended me, and hyd me in his quyuer, as a good arowe,
8 Morouer there be some wherof thou hast nether herde ner knowne, nether haue they bene opened vnto thine eares afore tyme. For I knew that thou woldest maliciousli offende, therfore haue I called the a transgressoure, euen from thy mothers wombe.
16 For thou hast nombred all my goynges, yet be not thou to extreme vpon my synnes.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
3 Herken vnto me, o house of Iacob, and all ye that remayne yet of the housholde of Israel: whom I haue borne from youre mothers wombe, and brought you vp from yor byrth, till ye were growen:
23 Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes.
18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
13 The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen in to my reynes.
39 Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto ye batell, thou hast throwe them all downe vnder me, that rose vp agaynst me.
4 For thou LORDE hast made me glad thorow thy workes, and I wil reioyse ouer the operacion of thy hondes.
10 because it shut not vp the wombe that bare me, ner hyd these sorowes fro myne eyes.
11 Thy wordes haue I hyd within my herte, yt I shulde not synne agaynst the.
3 But thou LORDE (to whom I am well knowne) thou that hast sene, & proued my herte, take them awaye, like as a flock is caried to the slaughter house, and apoynte them for the daye off slaughtinge.
7 In my bedde wil I remembre ye, & whe I wake, my talkynge shalbe of the.
3 Thou hast proued & visited myne herte in the night season: thou hast tried me in the fyre, & hast founde no wickednes in me: for I vtterly purposed, that my mouth shulde not offende.
3 I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.