Psalms 139
1 `To victorie, the salm of Dauith. Lord, thou hast preued me, and hast knowe me;
For the music director. A psalm of David. Lord, you have examined me from the inside out—you know everything about me!
2 thou hast knowe my sitting, and my rising ayen.
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.
3 Thou hast vndirstonde my thouytis fro fer; thou hast enquerid my path and my corde.
You observe where I go and when I rest. You're familiar with everything I do.
4 And thou hast bifor seien alle my weies; for no word is in my tunge.
Lord, you even know what I'm going to say before I say it.
5 Lo! Lord, thou hast knowe alle thingis, the laste thingis and elde; thou hast formed me, and hast set thin hond on me.
You're always there—behind me, in front of me, and all around me. You place your caring hand on me.
6 Thi kunnyng is maad wondirful of me; it is coumfortid, and Y schal not mowe to it.
This amazing knowledge you have is far beyond me, way beyond my understanding!
7 Whidir schal Y go fro thi spirit; and whider schal Y fle fro thi face?
Where can I go that you're not already there? Where can I run to escape your presence?
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. If I lie down in Sheol, look—you are there too! (Sheol h7585)
9 If Y schal take my fetheris ful eerli; and schal dwelle in the last partis of the see.
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,
10 And sotheli thider thin hond schal leede me forth; and thi riyt hond schal holde me.
even there your hand would lead me, your right hand would support me.
11 And Y seide, In hap derknessis schulen defoule me; and the nyyt is my liytnyng in my delicis.
If I asked the darkness to hide me, and light to become night around me,
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 darkness would not be dark for you, and the night would be bright as day, for darkness is like light to you.
13 For thou haddist in possessioun my reines; thou tokist me vp fro the wombe of my modir.
You made me from the inside out, shaping me in my mother's womb.
14 I schal knouleche to thee, for thou art magnefied dreedfuli; thi werkis ben wondirful, and my soule schal knouleche ful miche.
I praise you for making me in such an awesome and wonderful way. What you do is incredible—I realize this completely!
15 Mi boon, which thou madist in priuete, is not hyd fro thee; and my substaunce in the lower partis of erthe.
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.”
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.
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.
17 Forsothe, God, thi frendis ben maad onourable ful myche to me; the princeheed of hem is coumfortid ful myche.
God, your thoughts are so valuable to me! Taken together, they can't be counted!
18 I schal noumbre hem, and thei schulen be multiplied aboue grauel; Y roos vp, and yit Y am with thee.
If I tried to count them, they would be more than every grain of sand. Yet when I awake I am still with you.
19 For thou, God, schalt slee synneris; ye menquelleris, bowe awei fro me.
God, if you would only kill the wicked! Murderers, get away from me!
20 For ye seien in thouyt; Take thei her citees in vanite.
When they speak of you they're being deceptively evil. Since they are your enemies, they call on you in vain.
21 Lord, whether Y hatide not hem that hatiden thee; and Y failide on thin enemyes?
Lord, don't I hate those who hate you? I despise those who rebel against you!
22 Bi perfite haterede Y hatide hem; thei weren maad enemyes to me.
I hate them with absolute hatred—they have become my enemies!
23 God, preue thou me, and knowe thou myn herte; axe thou me, and knowe thou my pathis.
Examine me carefully, God, so you can be sure of my true feelings. Check me out so you can know what I really think.
24 And se thou, if weie of wickidnesse is in me; and lede thou me forth in euerlastinge wei.
Please show me if I'm following any kind of idol, and lead me along the path of eternal life.
