Psalms 139:23
Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes.
Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes.
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1 Be thou my iudge (O LORDE) for I walke innocently: my trust is in the LORDE, therfore shall I not fall.
2 Examen me O LORDE, and proue me: trie out my reynes and my hert.
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:
24 Loke well, yf there be eny waye of wickednesse in me, & lede me in the waye euerlastinge.
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 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.
21 Yf we had forgotten the name of oure God, & holde vp oure hondes to eny straunge God: Shulde not God fynde it out? for he knoweth the very secretes of the hert.
9 Amonge all thinges lyuynge, man hath the most disceatfull and vnsercheable hert. Who shall then knowe it?
10 Euen I the LORDE ripe out the grounde off the hert, ad search the reynes and rewarde euery ma acordinge to his wayes, and acordinge to the frute off his councels.
17 How deare are yi coucels vnto me o God? O how greate is the summe of them?
18 Yf I tell them, they are mo in nombre then the sonde: when I wake vp, I am present with the.
21 I hate them (o LORDE) that hate the, & I maye not awaye with those that ryse vp agaynst the?
22 Yee I hate them right sore, therfore are they myne enemies.
10 With my whole herte do I seke ye, O let me not go wronge out of thy comaundemetes.
11 Thy wordes haue I hyd within my herte, yt I shulde not synne agaynst the.
6 that thou makest soch inquisicion for my wickednesse, and searchest out my synne?
5 I am fayne to paye the thinges yt I neuer toke. God, thou knowest my symplenesse, and my fautes are not hyd from the.
23 How greate are my my?dedes & synnes? Let me knowe my trasgressions & offences.
6 But lo, thou hast a pleasure in the treuth, and hast shewed me secrete wy?dome.
9 Turne thy face fro my synnes, and put out all my my?dedes.
10 Make me a clene hert (o God) and renue a right sprete within me.
9 Oh let the wickednes of the vngodly come to an ende: but manteyne the iust,
6 They ymagin wickednesse, and kepe it secrete amonge them selues, euery man in ye depe of his herte.
12 And now, o LORDE of hoostes, thou rightuous sercher) which knowest the reynes and the very hertes:) let me se them punyshed, for vnto the I committe my cause.
23 Yet 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.
40 Let vs loke well vpon oure owne waies, & remembre oure selues, and turne agayne to ye LORDE.
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.
1 Haue mercy vpon me (o God) after thy goodnes, & acordinge vnto thy greate mercies, do awaye myne offences.
2 Wash me well fro my wickednesse, & clense me fro my synne.
3 For I knowlege my fautes, and my synne is euer before me.
4 My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
11 The LORDE knoweth the thoughtes of men, that they are but vayne.
12 Who can tell, how oft he offendeth? Oh clese thou me fro my secrete fautes.
8 Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
2 God loked downe from heauen vpo the children of men, to se yf there were eny that wolde vnderstonde, or seke after God.
14 Yee the wordes of my mouth & the meditacio of my herte shalbe acceptable vnto the, o LORDE, my helper and my redemer.
6 let me be weyed in an eauen balaunce, that God maye se my innocency.
19 Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
8 Oh let me heare thy louynge kyndnesse by tymes in the mornynge, for in the is my trust: shewe thou me the waye that I shulde walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto the.
34 O geue me vnderstondinge, and I shal kepe yi lawe, yee I shal kepe it with my whole herte.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
1 Lorde, I am not hye mynded, I haue no proude lokes.
4 A frowarde herte shal departe fro me, I wil not knowe a wicked personne.