Psalms 139
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Psalms 139
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To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. O Lord, you have knowledge of me, searching out all my secrets. | O Jehovah, thou hast searched me, and known [me]. |
You have knowledge when I am seated and when I get up, you see my thoughts from far away. | Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising; Thou understandest my thought afar off. |
You keep watch over my steps and my sleep, and have knowledge of all my ways. | Thou searchest out my path and my lying down, And art acquainted with all my ways. |
For there is not a word on my tongue which is not clear to you, O Lord. | For there is not a word in my tongue, But, lo, O Jehovah, thou knowest it altogether. |
I am shut in by you on every side, and you have put your hand on me. | Thou hast beset me behind and before, And laid thy hand upon me. |
Such knowledge is a wonder greater than my powers; it is so high that I may not come near it. | [Such] knowledge is too wonderful for me; It is high, I cannot attain unto it. |
Where may I go from your spirit? how may I go in flight from you? | Whither shall I go from thy Spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence? |
If I go up to heaven, you are there: or if I make my bed in the underworld, you are there. | If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, thou art there. |
If I take the wings of the morning, and go to the farthest parts of the sea; | If I take the wings of the morning, And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; |
Even there will I be guided by your hand, and your right hand will keep me. | Even there shall thy hand lead me, And thy right hand shall hold me. |
If I say, Only let me be covered by the dark, and the light about me be night; | If I say, Surely the darkness shall overwhelm me, And the light about me shall be night; |
Even the dark is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day: for dark and light are the same to you. | Even the darkness hideth not from thee, But the night shineth as the day: The darkness and the light are both alike [to thee]. |
My flesh was made by you, and my parts joined together in my mother's body. | For thou didst form my inward parts: Thou didst cover me in my mother's womb. |
I will give you praise, for I am strangely and delicately formed; your works are great wonders, and of this my soul is fully conscious. | I will give thanks unto thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: Wonderful are thy works; And that my soul knoweth right well. |
My frame was not unseen by you when I was made secretly, and strangely formed in the lowest parts of the earth. | My frame was not hidden from thee, When I was made in secret, [And] curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. |
Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book all my days were recorded, even those which were purposed before they had come into being. | Thine eyes did see mine unformed substance; And in thy book they were all written, [Even] the days that were ordained [for me], When as yet there was none of them. |
How dear are your thoughts to me, O God! how great is the number of them! | How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them! |
If I made up their number, it would be more than the grains of sand; when I am awake, I am still with you. | If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: When I awake, I am still with thee. |
If only you would put the sinners to death, O God; go far from me, you men of blood. | Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: Depart from me therefore, ye bloodthirsty men. |
For they go against you with evil designs, and your haters make sport of your name. | For they speak against thee wickedly, And thine enemies take [thy name] in vain. |
Are not your haters hated by me, O Lord? are not those who are lifted up against you a cause of grief to me? | Do not I hate them, O Jehovah, that hate thee? And am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee? |
My hate for them is complete; my thoughts of them are as if they were making war on me. | I hate them with perfect hatred: They are become mine enemies. |
O God, let the secrets of my heart be uncovered, and let my wandering thoughts be tested: | Search me, O God, and know my heart: Try me, and know my thoughts; |
See if there is any way of sorrow in me, and be my guide in the eternal way. | And see if there be any wicked way in me, And lead me in the way everlasting. Psalm 140 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. |