Psalms 139
1 `To victorie, the salm of Dauith. Lord, thou hast preued me, and hast knowe me;
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known [me].
2 thou hast knowe my sitting, and my rising ayen.
Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.
3 Thou hast vndirstonde my thouytis fro fer; thou hast enquerid my path and my corde.
Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted [with] 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 in my tongue, [but], lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether.
5 Lo! Lord, thou hast knowe alle thingis, the laste thingis and elde; thou hast formed me, and hast set thin hond on me.
Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.
6 Thi kunnyng is maad wondirful of me; it is coumfortid, and Y schal not mowe to it.
[Such] knowledge [is] too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot [attain] unto it.
7 Whidir schal Y go fro thi spirit; and whider schal Y fle fro thi face?
Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy 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 ascend up into heaven, thou [art] there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou [art 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] dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
10 And sotheli thider thin hond schal leede me forth; and thi riyt hond schal holde me.
Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
11 And Y seide, In hap derknessis schulen defoule me; and the nyyt is my liytnyng in my delicis.
If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about 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.
Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light [are] both alike [to thee].
13 For thou haddist in possessioun my reines; thou tokist me vp fro the wombe of my modir.
For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered 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 will praise thee; for I am fearfully [and] wonderfully made: marvellous [are] thy works; and [that] my soul knoweth right well.
15 Mi boon, which thou madist in priuete, is not hyd fro thee; and my substaunce in the lower partis of erthe.
My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, [and] curiously wrought 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.
Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all [my members] were written, [which] in continuance were fashioned, when [as yet there was] none of them.
17 Forsothe, God, thi frendis ben maad onourable ful myche to me; the princeheed of hem is coumfortid ful myche.
How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum 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 should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.
19 For thou, God, schalt slee synneris; ye menquelleris, bowe awei fro me.
Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.
20 For ye seien in thouyt; Take thei her citees in vanite.
For they speak against thee wickedly, [and] thine enemies take [thy name] in vain.
21 Lord, whether Y hatide not hem that hatiden thee; and Y failide on thin enemyes?
Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?
22 Bi perfite haterede Y hatide hem; thei weren maad enemyes to me.
I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.
23 God, preue thou me, and knowe thou myn herte; axe thou me, and knowe thou my pathis.
Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:
24 And se thou, if weie of wickidnesse is in me; and lede thou me forth in euerlastinge wei.
And see if [there be any] wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
