Psalms 139
1 To the Chief Musician, David’s. A Melody. O Yahweh! thou hast searched me, and observed:
`To victorie, the salm of Dauith. Lord, thou hast preued me, and hast knowe me;
2 Thou, hast observed my downsitting and mine uprising, Thou hast given heed to my desire, from afar:
thou hast knowe my sitting, and my rising ayen.
3 My path and my couch, hast thou examined, and, all my ways, thou well knowest.
Thou hast vndirstonde my thouytis fro fer; thou hast enquerid my path and my corde.
4 Surely there hath not been a word on my tongue, [but] behold! O Yahweh, thou hast observed it on every side.
And thou hast bifor seien alle my weies; for no word is in my tunge.
5 Behind and before, hast thou shut me in, and hast laid 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 Knowledge, too wonderful, for me! high, I cannot attain to it!
Thi kunnyng is maad wondirful of me; it is coumfortid, and Y schal not mowe to it.
7 Whither can I go from thy spirit? or whither, from thy face, can I flee?
Whidir schal Y go fro thi spirit; and whider schal Y fle fro thi face?
8 If I ascend the heavens, there, thou art! If I spread out hades as my couch, behold thee! (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 mount the wings of the dawn, settle down in the region beyond the sea,
If Y schal take my fetheris ful eerli; and schal dwelle in the last partis of the see.
10 Even there, thy hand shall lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
And sotheli thider thin hond schal leede me forth; and thi riyt hond schal holde me.
11 If I say, Surely, darkness, shall cover me! then, night, is light about me.
And Y seide, In hap derknessis schulen defoule me; and the nyyt is my liytnyng in my delicis.
12 Even darkness, will not conceal from thee, —but, night, like day, will shine, So is the darkness, as the light!
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, didst possess thyself of my reins, thou didst weave me together in the womb of my mother.
For thou haddist in possessioun my reines; thou tokist me vp fro the wombe of my modir.
14 I thank thee, in that fearfully was my being distinguished, Wonderful are thy works, and, mine own soul, is observing [them] intently!
I schal knouleche to thee, for thou art magnefied dreedfuli; thi werkis ben wondirful, and my soule schal knouleche ful miche.
15 My substance was not hid from thee, —when I was made in secret, when I was skilfully figured in the lower 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 Mine unfinished substance, thine eyes beheld, and, in thy book, all the parts thereof were written, —the days they should be fashioned! while yet there was not one among them.
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 To me, then, how precious have thy desires become, O GOD! How numerous, the heads of them!
Forsothe, God, thi frendis ben maad onourable ful myche to me; the princeheed of hem is coumfortid ful myche.
18 I would recount them! Beyond the sands, they multiply, I rouse myself—and 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 Wilt thou not, O GOD, slay the lawless one? Therefore, ye men of bloodshed, depart from me!
For thou, God, schalt slee synneris; ye menquelleris, bowe awei fro me.
20 For they speak of thee wickedly, Thy foes lift up [their hand] unto falsehood.
For ye seien in thouyt; Take thei her citees in vanite.
21 Do I not hate, them who hate thee, O Yahweh? And loathe, them who rise up against thee?
Lord, whether Y hatide not hem that hatiden thee; and Y failide on thin enemyes?
22 With completeness of hatred, I hate them, As enemies, have they become to me.
Bi perfite haterede Y hatide hem; thei weren maad enemyes to me.
23 Search me, O GOD, and observe my heart, Try me, and observe my cares;
God, preue thou me, and knowe thou myn herte; axe thou me, and knowe thou my pathis.
24 And see if there be any idol-way in me, and lead me in a way age-abiding.
And se thou, if weie of wickidnesse is in me; and lede thou me forth in euerlastinge wei.
