Psalm 139
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1 O Lord, thou hast me search’d and known.
2 Thou know’st my sitting down,
and mine uprising: my thought is
to thee afar off known.
3 Thou know’st my paths, and lying down,
and all my ways know’st well.
4 For lo, each word that’s in my tongue,
Lord, thou canst fully tell.
5 Behind thou gird’st me, and before:
and lay’st on me thine hand.
6 Such knowledge is too strange, too high,
for me to understand.
7 Where shall I from thy presence go?
or where from thy face fly?
8 If heav’n I climb, thou there, lo thou,
if down in hell I lie.
9 If I take morning’s wings; and dwell
where utmost seacoasts be,
10 Ev’n there thy hand shall me conduct:
and thy right hand hold me.
11 That verily the darkness shall
me cover, if I say:
then shall the night about me be
like to the lightsome day.
12 Yea, darkness hideth not from thee,
but as the day shines night:
alike unto thee both these are,
the darkness and the light.
13 Because that thou possessed hast
my reigns: and cover’d me
within my mother’s womb thou hast.
14 My praise shall be of thee,
because that I am fashioned
in fearful wondrous wise:
and that thy works are marvelous,
my soul right well descries.
15 From thee my substance was not hid,
when made I was closely:
and when within the earth’s lowest parts
I was wrought cur’ously.
16 Thine eyes upon my substance yet
imperfected, did look,
and all the members that I have
were written in thy book,
what days they should be fashioned:
none of them yet were come.
17 How precious are thy thoughts to me,
O God? how great’s their sum?
18 If I should count them, in number
more than the sands they be:
and at what time I do awake,
still I abide with thee.
19 Assuredly thou wilt, O God,
those that be wicked slay:
ye that are bloody men, therefore
depart from me away.