Psalms 139:2
Thou art aboute my path & aboute my bedd, & spyest out all my wayes.
Thou art aboute my path & aboute my bedd, & spyest out all my wayes.
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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:
9Euen there also shal thy honde lede me, and thy right hande shal holde me.
10Yf I saye: peradueture the darcknesse shal couer me, then shal my night be turned to daye.
11Yee the darcknesse is no darcknesse with the, but the night is as cleare as the daye, the darcknesse & light are both alike.
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:
16my dayes were fashioned, when as yet there was not one of them
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.
1O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Thou knowest my downe syttinge & my vprisynge, thou vnderstodest my thoughtes a farre of.
23Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes.
24Loke well, yf there be eny waye of wickednesse in me, & lede me in the waye euerlastinge.
28I knowe thy wayes, thy goinge forth & thy comynge home, yee & thy madnesse agaynst me.
27I knowe thy habitacion, thy out and ingoynge, and that thou ragest agaynst me.
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.
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.
5I am fayne to paye the thinges yt I neuer toke. God, thou knowest my symplenesse, and my fautes are not hyd from the.
16For thou hast nombred all my goynges, yet be not thou to extreme vpon my synnes.
8Thou tellest my flittinges, thou puttest my teares in thy botell, and nombrest them.
13Though thou hydest these thinges in thine hert, yet am I sure, that thou remembrest the all.
3Thou 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.
27But I knowe what ye thinke, yee and what ye ymagin agaynst me vnrightuously.
23But God seyth hir waie, & knoweth hir place.
11The LORDE knoweth the thoughtes of men, that they are but vayne.
27Thou hast put my fote in the stockes: thou lokest narowly vnto all my pathes, & marckest the steppes of my fete:
7I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
6But lo, thou hast a pleasure in the treuth, and hast shewed me secrete wy?dome.
19Drawe nye vnto my soule, and saue it: Oh delyuer me because of myne enemies.
6that thou makest soch inquisicion for my wickednesse, and searchest out my synne?
5O LORDE, how glorious are thy workes, thy thoughtes are very depe.
20And what shall Dauid speake vnto the? thou knowest thy seruaunt O LORDE God,
73Thy hades haue made me and fashioned me, O geue me vnderstondinge, that I maye lerne thy commaundementes.
2I knowe that thou hast power of all thinges, and that there is no thought hyd vnto the.
12Thou hast vpholden me because of my innocency, and set me before thy face for euer.
6For though the LORDE be hye, yet hath he respecte vnto ye lowly: as for ye proude, he beholdeth him afarre off.
9LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
4Doth not he se my wayes, & tell all my goinges?
60Thou hast well considred how they go aboute to do me harme, & that all their councels are agaynst me.
4My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
15O LORDE (sayde I then) thou knowest all thinges, therfore remembre me, ad viset me, delyuer me fro my persecuters: Receaue not my cause in yi loge wrath, yet thou knowest, that for thy sake I suffre rebuke.
14I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.
2Examen me O LORDE, and proue me: trie out my reynes and my hert.
23Yet LORDE, thou knowest all their coucell, that they haue deuysed, to slaye me. And therfore forgeue them not their wickednes, and let not their synne be put out of thy sight: but let them be iudged before the as the giltie: This shalt thou do vnto the in ye tyme of thy indignacion.