Psalms 139 To the chaunter, a psalme of Dauid. O lorde, thou hast searched me out, and knowen me.

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ To the chaunter, a psalme of Dauid. O lorde, thou hast searched me out, and knowen me. ² Thou knowest my downe syttinge and myne vprysing: thou vnderstandest my thoughtes longe before. ³ Thou art about my path, and about my bedd: & spyest out all my wayes. ⁴ For lo, there is not a worde in my tonge, but thou, O Lorde knowest it all together. ⁵ Thou hast fassyoned me behynde and before, and layed thyne hande vpon me. ⁶ Soch knowledge is to wonderfull & excellent for me: I can not attayne vnto it. ⁷ Whyther shall I go then from thy sprete? or whither shall I go then from thy presence? ⁸ If I clyme vp into heauen, thou art ther: yf I go downe to hell thou, art there also. ⁹ If I take the wynges of the mornynge, & remayne in the vttermost partes of the see. ¹⁰ Euen ther also shall thy hande lead me: and thy right hande shall holde me ¹¹ If I saye: paraduenture the darcknesse shall couer me, then shall my nyght be turned to daye. ¹² Yee, the darcknes is no darcknes with the: but the night is all cleare as the daye, the darcknes & lyght (to the) are both a lyke. ¹³ For my reynes are thyne, thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe. ¹⁴ I will geue thankes vnto the: for I am fearfully & wonderously made: maruelous are thy workes, & that my soule knoweth right well. ¹⁵ My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly and fasshioned beneth in the earth. ¹⁶ Thyne eyes dyd se my substaunce, yet being vnparfect: & in thy boke were all my membres written. Which daye by daye were fashyoned, when as yet there was none of them. ¹⁷ Howe deare are thy councels vnto me, O God? O howe great is the summe of them? ¹⁸ If I tell them, they are mo in nombre then the sande: when I wake vp, I am present wt the. ¹⁹ Wylt thou not slaye the wicked, O God? departe from me ye bloude thirsty men. ²⁰ For they speake vnrighteously agaynst the: & thyne enemies take thy name in rayne. ²¹ Do not I hate them, O Lorde, that hate the? & am not I greued with those that ryse vp agaynst the? ²² Yee, I hate them ryght sore, euen as though they were myne enemyes. ²³ Trye me, O God, and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me and examen my thoughtes. ²⁴ Loke well yf there be any waye of wyckednes in me, and leade me in the waye euerlastynge.