Psalms 139
1 For the music director. A psalm of David. Lord, you have examined me from the inside out—you know everything about me!
`To victorie, the salm of Dauith. Lord, thou hast preued me, and hast knowe me;
2 You know when I sit down and when I get up. You know what I'm thinking even when I'm a long way away.
thou hast knowe my sitting, and my rising ayen.
3 You observe where I go and when I rest. You're familiar with everything I do.
Thou hast vndirstonde my thouytis fro fer; thou hast enquerid my path and my corde.
4 Lord, you even know what I'm going to say before I say it.
And thou hast bifor seien alle my weies; for no word is in my tunge.
5 You're always there—behind me, in front of me, and all around me. You place your caring 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 This amazing knowledge you have is far beyond me, way beyond my understanding!
Thi kunnyng is maad wondirful of me; it is coumfortid, and Y schal not mowe to it.
7 Where can I go that you're not already there? Where can I run to escape your presence?
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. If I lie down in Sheol, look—you are there too! (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 were to fly away on wings of the dawn to the east; if I were to live on the far western shore of the sea,
If Y schal take my fetheris ful eerli; and schal dwelle in the last partis of the see.
10 even there your hand would lead me, your right hand would support me.
And sotheli thider thin hond schal leede me forth; and thi riyt hond schal holde me.
11 If I asked the darkness to hide me, and light to become night around me,
And Y seide, In hap derknessis schulen defoule me; and the nyyt is my liytnyng in my delicis.
12 Even darkness would not be dark for you, and the night would be bright as day, for darkness is like light 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 You made me from the inside out, shaping me in my mother's womb.
For thou haddist in possessioun my reines; thou tokist me vp fro the wombe of my modir.
14 I praise you for making me in such an awesome and wonderful way. What you do is incredible—I realize this completely!
I schal knouleche to thee, for thou art magnefied dreedfuli; thi werkis ben wondirful, and my soule schal knouleche ful miche.
15 My growing body was not hidden from you as I was formed in secret, as I was intricately put together “in the depths 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 You saw me as an embryo, and in your book all my days were written down—the days that were made for me before any of them existed.
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 God, your thoughts are so valuable to me! Taken together, they can't be counted!
Forsothe, God, thi frendis ben maad onourable ful myche to me; the princeheed of hem is coumfortid ful myche.
18 If I tried to count them, they would be more than every grain of sand. Yet when I 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 God, if you would only kill the wicked! Murderers, get away from me!
For thou, God, schalt slee synneris; ye menquelleris, bowe awei fro me.
20 When they speak of you they're being deceptively evil. Since they are your enemies, they call on you in vain.
For ye seien in thouyt; Take thei her citees in vanite.
21 Lord, don't I hate those who hate you? I despise those who rebel against you!
Lord, whether Y hatide not hem that hatiden thee; and Y failide on thin enemyes?
22 I hate them with absolute hatred—they have become my enemies!
Bi perfite haterede Y hatide hem; thei weren maad enemyes to me.
23 Examine me carefully, God, so you can be sure of my true feelings. Check me out so you can know what I really think.
God, preue thou me, and knowe thou myn herte; axe thou me, and knowe thou my pathis.
24 Please show me if I'm following any kind of idol, and lead me along the path of eternal life.
And se thou, if weie of wickidnesse is in me; and lede thou me forth in euerlastinge wei.
