Psalms 139:3
For lo, there is not a worde i my toge, but thou (o LORDE) knowest it alltogether.
For lo, there is not a worde i my toge, but thou (o LORDE) knowest it alltogether.
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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.
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.
13 I wil geue thakes vnto the, for I am woderously made: maruelous are thy workes, and that my soule knoweth right well.
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?
18 Yf I tell them, they are mo in nombre then the sonde: when I wake vp, I am present with the.
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.
23 Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes.
24 Loke well, yf there be eny waye of wickednesse in me, & lede me in the waye euerlastinge.
16 For thou hast nombred all my goynges, yet be not thou to extreme vpon my synnes.
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.
28 I knowe thy wayes, thy goinge forth & thy comynge home, yee & thy madnesse agaynst me.
27 Thou hast put my fote in the stockes: thou lokest narowly vnto all my pathes, & marckest the steppes of my fete:
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.
27 I knowe thy habitacion, thy out and ingoynge, and that thou ragest agaynst me.
4 Doth not he se my wayes, & tell all my goinges?
168 I kepe thy comaundemetes & testimonies, for all my wayes are before the.
8 Thou tellest my flittinges, thou puttest my teares in thy botell, and nombrest them.
5 Oh ordre thou my goynges in thy pathes, that my fote steppes slippe not.
13 Though thou hydest these thinges in thine hert, yet am I sure, that thou remembrest the all.
23 But God seyth hir waie, & knoweth hir place.
36 Thou hast made rowme ynough vnder me for to go, that my fote steppes shulde not slyde.
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.
11 he hath put my fote in the stockes, & loketh narowly vnto all my pathes.
37 Thou hast enlarged my goinge vnder me, and myne ankles haue not slyded.
6 In all thy wayes haue respecte vnto him, and he shal ordre thy goinges.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
20 yt thou mayest bringe vs vnto their quarters, yf thou cast tell the waye to their houses.
19 Thy waye was in the see, and thy pathes in the greate waters, yet coude no man knowe thy fotesteppes.
6 that thou makest soch inquisicion for my wickednesse, and searchest out my synne?
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
105 Thy worde is a lanterne vnto my fete & a light vnto my pathes.
7 Sela. For this shal euery saynte make his prayer vnto the in due season, therfore shall not the greate water floudes come nye him.
3 For thy louynge kyndnesse is before myne eyes, and I walke in thy trueth.
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.
151 Be thou nye at hode also (o LORDE) for thy promises are faithfull.
24 Thou ledest me with thy coucel, and afterwarde receauest me vnto glory.
10 With my whole herte do I seke ye, O let me not go wronge out of thy comaundemetes.
4 Though I shulde walke now in the valley of the shadowe of death, yet I feare no euell, for thou art with me: thy staffe & thy shepehoke coforte me.