Psalms 139:16
my dayes were fashioned, when as yet there was not one of them
my dayes were fashioned, when as yet there was not one of them
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12For my reynes are thyne, thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe.
13I wil geue thakes vnto the, for I am woderously made: maruelous are thy workes, and that my soule knoweth right well.
14My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneth in the earth.
15Thine eyes se myne vnparfitnesse, they stonde all writte i thy boke:
17How deare are yi coucels vnto me o God? O how greate is the summe of them?
18Yf I tell them, they are mo in nombre then the sonde: when I wake vp, I am present with the.
8Thy hondes haue made me, & fashioned me alltogether rounde aboute, wilt thou then destroye me sodely?
1O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Thou knowest my downe syttinge & my vprisynge, thou vnderstodest my thoughtes a farre of.
2Thou art aboute my path & aboute my bedd, & spyest out all my wayes.
3For lo, there is not a worde i my toge, but thou (o LORDE) knowest it alltogether.
4Thou hast fashioned me behinde & before, & layed thine hode vpon me.
5Soch knowlege is to wonderfull & excellet for me, I can not atteyne vnto it.
6Whither shal I go then from thy sprete? Or, whither shal I fle from thy presence?
7Yf I clymme vp in to heauen, thou art there: yf I go downe to hell, thou art there also.
8Yf I take the wynges of the mornynge, & remayne in the vttemost parte of the see:
5Before 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.
15He that fashioned me in my mothers wombe, made he not him also? were we not both shappen alyke in oure mothers bodies?
8Thou tellest my flittinges, thou puttest my teares in thy botell, and nombrest them.
5Beholde, I was borne in wickednesse, and in synne hath my mother conceaued me.
6But lo, thou hast a pleasure in the treuth, and hast shewed me secrete wy?dome.
16Beholde, I haue written the vp vpon my hondes, thy walles are euer in my sight.
9But thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wobe: thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet vpon my mothers brestes.
10I haue bene left vnto the euer sence I was borne, thou art my God, eue fro my mothers wombe.
16O that I vtterly had no beynge, or were as a thige borne out of tyme (that is put asyde) ether as yonge children, which neuer sawe the light.
6I am become a wonder vnto the multitude, but my sure trust is in the.
73Thy hades haue made me and fashioned me, O geue me vnderstondinge, that I maye lerne thy commaundementes.
16For thou hast nombred all my goynges, yet be not thou to extreme vpon my synnes.
11Thou hast couered me with skynne and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones & synowes.
3For I considre thy heauens, euen the worke off thy fyngers: the Moone and the starres which thou hast made.
10Yf I saye: peradueture the darcknesse shal couer me, then shal my night be turned to daye.
23Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes.
17For myne eyes beholde all their wayes, and they can not be hyd fro my face, nether can their wicked dedes be kepte close out of my sight.
26that I shal be clothed againe with this skynne, and se God in my flesh.
27Yee I my self shal beholde him, not with other but with these same eyes. My reynes are consumed within me,
8Morouer 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.
25Before the foundacions of ye mountaynes were layed, yee before all hilles was I borne.
26The earth and all that is vpon the earth was not yet made, no not the grounde it self.
5No man regarded the so moch, as to do eny of these thinges for ye, or to shewe the soch fauoure, but thou wast vtterly cast out vpon ye felde, yee despised wast thou in the daye of thy byrth.
3But 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.
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
17because 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.
5The dayes of man are shorte, ye nombre of his monethes are knowne only vnto the. Thou hast apoynted him his boundes, he can not go beyonde them.
10And thou LORDE in ye begynnynge hast layed the foundacion of the earth, and ye heaues are the workes of thy handes,
3I 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.
30And now are all ye hayres of youre heade tolde.
7My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
13Though thou hydest these thinges in thine hert, yet am I sure, that thou remembrest the all.
10because it shut not vp the wombe that bare me, ner hyd these sorowes fro myne eyes.
27Thou hast put my fote in the stockes: thou lokest narowly vnto all my pathes, & marckest the steppes of my fete:
168I kepe thy comaundemetes & testimonies, for all my wayes are before the.