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