Psalms 139
1 “To the chief musician, by David, a psalm.” O Lord! thou hast searched me through, and thou knowest [me].
`To victorie, the salm of Dauith. Lord, thou hast preued me, and hast knowe me;
2 Thou indeed knowest my sitting down and my rising up, thou understandest my thinking while yet afar off.
thou hast knowe my sitting, and my rising ayen.
3 My walking and my lying down hast thou limited, and with all my ways art thou acquainted.
Thou hast vndirstonde my thouytis fro fer; thou hast enquerid my path and my corde.
4 For, while there is not a word on my tongue, lo, thou, O Lord, knowest it entirely.
And thou hast bifor seien alle my weies; for no word is in my tunge.
5 Behind and before hast thou hedged me in, and thou placest upon me thy hand.
Lo! Lord, thou hast knowe alle thingis, the laste thingis and elde; thou hast formed me, and hast set thin hond on me.
6 Too wonderful is such knowledge for me: it is too exalted, I cannot attain unto it.
Thi kunnyng is maad wondirful of me; it is coumfortid, and Y schal not mowe to it.
7 Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee away from thy presence?
Whidir schal Y go fro thi spirit; and whider schal Y fle fro thi face?
8 If I should ascend into heaven, thou art there; and if I should make my bed in the nether world, behold, thou art 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 should lift up the wings of the morning-dawn, if I should dwell in the uttermost 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 would thy hand lead me, and thy right hand would seize hold of me.
And sotheli thider thin hond schal leede me forth; and thi riyt hond schal holde me.
11 If I said, Surely darkness shall enshroud me, and into night [be turned] the light about me:
And Y seide, In hap derknessis schulen defoule me; and the nyyt is my liytnyng in my delicis.
12 Yet even darkness can obscure nothing from thee; but the night will shine like the day; both the darkness and the light are alike [to thee].
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 For thou possessest my reins: thou hast covered 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 will thank thee therefore, that I am [so] fearfully [and] wonderfully made: wonderful are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
I schal knouleche to thee, for thou art magnefied dreedfuli; thi werkis ben wondirful, and my soule schal knouleche ful miche.
15 My being was not concealed from thee, when I was made in secret, when I was [so to say] embroidered 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 My undeveloped substance did thy eyes see; and in thy book were all of them written down—the days which have been formed, while yet not one of them was here.
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 And how precious are unto me thy thoughts, O God! how mightily great is their sum!
Forsothe, God, thi frendis ben maad onourable ful myche to me; the princeheed of hem is coumfortid ful myche.
18 Should I count them, they would be more numerous than the sand: I awake, and I am still with thee.
I schal noumbre hem, and thei schulen be multiplied aboue grauel; Y roos vp, and yit Y am with thee.
19 If thou wouldst but slay the wicked, O God! and ye men of blood, depart from me.
For thou, God, schalt slee synneris; ye menquelleris, bowe awei fro me.
20 Who speak of thee for a wicked end, thy enemies, that bear [thy name] for a vain purpose.
For ye seien in thouyt; Take thei her citees in vanite.
21 Behold, those that hate thee I ever hate, O Lord; and for those that rise up against thee do I feel loathing.
Lord, whether Y hatide not hem that hatiden thee; and Y failide on thin enemyes?
22 With the utmost hatred do I hate them: enemies are they become unto me.
Bi perfite haterede Y hatide hem; thei weren maad enemyes to me.
23 Search me through, O God, and know my heart; probe me, and know my thoughts:
God, preue thou me, and knowe thou myn herte; axe thou me, and knowe thou my pathis.
24 And see if there be a way of perverseness in me, and lead me on the way of eternity.
And se thou, if weie of wickidnesse is in me; and lede thou me forth in euerlastinge wei.
