Psalms 139:7
Yf I clymme vp in to heauen, thou art there: yf I go downe to hell, thou art there also.
Yf I clymme vp in to heauen, thou art there: yf I go downe to hell, thou art there also.
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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:
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?
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.
11 Cast me not awaie from thy presence, and take not thy holy sprete fro me.
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.
19 Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
3 Yf thou (LORDE) wilt be extreme to marcke what is done amysse, Oh LORDE, who maye abyde it?
9 Delyuer me (o LORDE) fro myne enemies, for I resorte vnto 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.
10 With my whole herte do I seke ye, O let me not go wronge out of thy comaundemetes.
24 Maye eny man hyde him self so, that I shal not se him? saieth the LORDE. Do not I fulfill heauen and earth? saieth the LORDE.
1 In the LORDE put I my trust: how will ye then saye to my soule: that she shulde fle as a byrde vpon youre hill?
24 then she was before, yee & so depe that I might not reach vnto her.
7 Wilt thou fynde out God with thy sekynge? wilt thou attayne to the perfectnesse of the Allmightie?
8 He is hyer the heaue, what wilt thou do? Deper the hell, how wilt thou then knowe him?
4 Before whom hast thou spoken those wordes? Who made the breth to come out of ye mouth?
25 O what is there prepared for me in heauen? there is nothinge vpo earth, that I desyre in comparison of the.
8 For though I go before, I fynde him not: yf I come behynde, I ca get no knowlege of him:
21 Withdrawe thine honde fro me, & let not the fearfull drede of the make me afrayed.
19 the shewe me where light dwelleth, and where darcknes is:
13 yt thy mynde is so puft vp agaynst God & lettest soch wordes go out of thy mouth?
15 And when the wynde passed ouer by me, the hayres of my flesh stode vp.
6 Lo, then wolde I get me awaye farre of, and remayne in the wildernesse.
7 Sela. I wolde make haist to escape, from the stormy wynde and tempest.
8 Destroie their tonges (o LORDE) and deuyde them, for I se vnrightuousnes & strife in ye cite.
1 Lorde, who shall dwell in thy tabernacle? who shal rest vpo yi holy hill?
6 that thou makest soch inquisicion for my wickednesse, and searchest out my synne?
7 where as (notwithstondinge) thou knowest that I am no wicked person, & that there is no man able to delyuer me out of thine honde.
4 I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
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.
7 Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.
11 Yf he came by me, I might not loke vpo him: yf he wente his waye, I shulde not perceaue it.
28 I knowe thy wayes, thy goinge forth & thy comynge home, yee & thy madnesse agaynst me.
12 Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson?
8 Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.