Psalms 139
1 To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. O Lord, you have knowledge of me, searching out all my secrets.
`To victorie, the salm of Dauith. Lord, thou hast preued me, and hast knowe me;
2 You have knowledge when I am seated and when I get up, you see my thoughts from far away.
thou hast knowe my sitting, and my rising ayen.
3 You keep watch over my steps and my sleep, and have knowledge of all my ways.
Thou hast vndirstonde my thouytis fro fer; thou hast enquerid my path and my corde.
4 For there is not a word on my tongue which is not clear to you, O Lord.
And thou hast bifor seien alle my weies; for no word is in my tunge.
5 I am shut in by you on every side, and you have put your hand on me.
Lo! Lord, thou hast knowe alle thingis, the laste thingis and elde; thou hast formed me, and hast set thin hond on me.
6 Such knowledge is a wonder greater than my powers; it is so high that I may not come near it.
Thi kunnyng is maad wondirful of me; it is coumfortid, and Y schal not mowe to it.
7 Where may I go from your spirit? how may I go in flight from you?
Whidir schal Y go fro thi spirit; and whider schal Y fle fro thi face?
8 If I go up to heaven, you are there: or if I make my bed in the underworld, you are there. (Sheol h7585)
If Y schal stie in to heuene, thou art there; if Y schal go doun to helle, thou art present. (Sheol h7585)
9 If I take the wings of the morning, and go to the farthest parts of the sea;
If Y schal take my fetheris ful eerli; and schal dwelle in the last partis of the see.
10 Even there will I be guided by your hand, and your right hand will keep me.
And sotheli thider thin hond schal leede me forth; and thi riyt hond schal holde me.
11 If I say, Only let me be covered by the dark, and the light about me be night;
And Y seide, In hap derknessis schulen defoule me; and the nyyt is my liytnyng in my delicis.
12 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.
For whi derknessis schulen not be maad derk fro thee, aud the niyt schal be liytned as the dai; as the derknessis therof, so and the liyt therof.
13 My flesh was made by you, and my parts joined together in my mother's body.
For thou haddist in possessioun my reines; thou tokist me vp fro the wombe of my modir.
14 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 schal knouleche to thee, for thou art magnefied dreedfuli; thi werkis ben wondirful, and my soule schal knouleche ful miche.
15 My frame was not unseen by you when I was made secretly, and strangely formed in the lowest parts of the earth.
Mi boon, which thou madist in priuete, is not hyd fro thee; and my substaunce in the lower partis of erthe.
16 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.
Thin iyen sien myn vnperfit thing, and alle men schulen be writun in thi book; daies schulen be formed, and no man is in tho.
17 How dear are your thoughts to me, O God! how great is the number of them!
Forsothe, God, thi frendis ben maad onourable ful myche to me; the princeheed of hem is coumfortid ful myche.
18 If I made up their number, it would be more than the grains of sand; when I am awake, I am still with you.
I schal noumbre hem, and thei schulen be multiplied aboue grauel; Y roos vp, and yit Y am with thee.
19 If only you would put the sinners to death, O God; go far from me, you men of blood.
For thou, God, schalt slee synneris; ye menquelleris, bowe awei fro me.
20 For they go against you with evil designs, and your haters make sport of your name.
For ye seien in thouyt; Take thei her citees in vanite.
21 Are not your haters hated by me, O Lord? are not those who are lifted up against you a cause of grief to me?
Lord, whether Y hatide not hem that hatiden thee; and Y failide on thin enemyes?
22 My hate for them is complete; my thoughts of them are as if they were making war on me.
Bi perfite haterede Y hatide hem; thei weren maad enemyes to me.
23 O God, let the secrets of my heart be uncovered, and let my wandering thoughts be tested:
God, preue thou me, and knowe thou myn herte; axe thou me, and knowe thou my pathis.
24 See if there is any way of sorrow in me, and be my guide in the eternal way.
And se thou, if weie of wickidnesse is in me; and lede thou me forth in euerlastinge wei.
