Psalms
Chapter 139
1 O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known me. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
2 Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
3 Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
4 For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
5 Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
7 Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
8 If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
9 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
10 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
11 If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
12 Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
13 For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
15 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
16 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. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
19 Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
20 For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
21 Do not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee? To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
22 I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies. To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts: To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
24 And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.