ਜ਼ਬੂਰ 139
[For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.] LORD, you have searched me, and you know me.
You know my sitting down and my rising up. You perceive my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word on my tongue, but, look, LORD, you know it altogether.
You encircle me behind and in front, and you place your hand upon me.
This knowledge is beyond me. It's lofty. I can't attain it.
Where could I go from your Spirit? Or where could I flee from your presence?
8 ੮ ਜੇ ਮੈਂ ਅਕਾਸ਼ ਉੱਤੇ ਚੜ੍ਹ ਜਾਂਵਾਂ, ਤੂੰ ਉੱਥੇ ਹੈਂ, ਜੇ ਮੈਂ ਪਤਾਲ ਵਿੱਚ ਬਿਸਤਰਾ ਵਿਛਾਵਾਂ, ਵੇਖ, ਤੂੰ ਉੱਥੇ ਹੈਂ! (Sheol h7585)
If I ascend up into heaven, you are there. If I make my bed in Sheol, look, you are there. (Sheol h7585)
If I take the wings of the dawn, and settle in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Even there your hand will lead me, and your right hand will hold me.
If I say, "Surely the darkness will overwhelm me; the light around me will be night;"
12 ੧੨ ਫੇਰ ਵੀ ਅਨ੍ਹੇਰਾ ਤੈਥੋਂ ਨਾ ਛਿਪਾਵੇਗਾ, ਅਤੇ ਰਾਤ-ਦਿਨ ਵਾਂਗੂੰ ਚਮਕੇਗੀ, ਸੋ ਅਨ੍ਹੇਰਾ ਤੇ ਚਾਨਣ ਇੱਕੋ ਜਿਹੇ ਹਨ!।
even the darkness doesn't hide from you, but the night shines as the day. The darkness is like light to you.
For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb.
14 ੧੪ ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰਾ ਧੰਨਵਾਦ ਕਰਾਂਗਾ, ਕਿਉਂ ਜੋ ਮੈਂ ਭਿਆਨਕ ਰੀਤੀ ਤੇ ਅਚਰਜ਼ ਹਾਂ, ਤੇਰੇ ਕੰਮ ਅਚਰਜ਼ ਹਨ, ਅਤੇ ਮੈਂ ਇਸ ਨੂੰ ਖੂਬ ਜਾਣਦਾ ਹਾਂ!
I will give thanks to you, for I am awesomely and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful, and my soul knows that very well.
15 ੧੫ ਮੇਰੀਆਂ ਹੱਡੀਆਂ ਤੈਥੋਂ ਲੁੱਕੀਆਂ ਨਹੀਂ ਸਨ, ਜਦ ਮੈਂ ਗੁਪਤ ਵਿੱਚ ਬਣਾਇਆ ਜਾਂਦਾ, ਅਤੇ ਧਰਤੀ ਦਿਆਂ ਹੇਠਲਿਆਂ ਥਾਵਾਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਮੇਰਾ ਰਸੀਦਾ ਕੱਢੀਦਾ ਸੀ।
My frame wasn't hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 ੧੬ ਤੇਰੀਆਂ ਅੱਖਾਂ ਨੇ ਮੇਰੇ ਬੇਡੌਲ ਮਲਬੇ ਨੂੰ ਵੇਖਿਆ, ਅਤੇ ਤੇਰੀ ਪੋਥੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਸਭ ਲਿਖੇ ਗਏ, ਦਿਨ ਮਿਥੇ ਗਏ, ਜਦ ਉਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਵਿੱਚੋਂ ਇੱਕ ਵੀ ਨਹੀਂ ਸੀ।
Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God. How vast is the sum of them.
18 ੧੮ ਜੇ ਮੈਂ ਉਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਗਿਣਾ, ਓਹ ਰੇਤ ਦੇ ਦਾਣਿਆਂ ਨਾਲੋਂ ਵੀ ਵੱਧ ਹਨ, ਜਦ ਮੈਂ ਜਾਗ ਉੱਠਦਾ ਹਾਂ, ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੇ ਨਾਲ ਹੁੰਦਾ ਹਾਂ।
If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.
If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men.
For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.
LORD, do I not hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?
I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.
Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.
See if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the everlasting way.
