David praiseth God for his allseeing providence,
Psalms 139:1 O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Thou knowest my downe syttinge & my vprisynge, thou vnderstodest my thoughtes a farre of. Psalms 139:2 Thou art aboute my path & aboute my bedd, & spyest out all my wayes. Psalms 139:3 For lo, there is not a worde i my toge, but thou (o LORDE) knowest it alltogether. Psalms 139:4 Thou hast fashioned me behinde & before, & layed thine hode vpon me. Psalms 139:5 Soch knowlege is to wonderfull & excellet for me, I can not atteyne vnto it. Psalms 139:6 Whither shal I go then from thy sprete? Or, whither shal I fle from thy presence? Psalms 139:7 Yf I clymme vp in to heauen, thou art there: yf I go downe to hell, thou art there also. Psalms 139:8 Yf I take the wynges of the mornynge, & remayne in the vttemost parte of the see: Psalms 139:9 Euen there also shal thy honde lede me, and thy right hande shal holde me. Psalms 139:10 Yf I saye: peradueture the darcknesse shal couer me, then shal my night be turned to daye. Psalms 139:11 Yee the darcknesse is no darcknesse with the, but the night is as cleare as the daye, the darcknesse & light are both alike. Psalms 139:12 For my reynes are thyne, thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe. Psalms 139:13 I wil geue thakes vnto the, for I am woderously made: maruelous are thy workes, and that my soule knoweth right well. Psalms 139:14 My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneth in the earth. Psalms 139:15 Thine eyes se myne vnparfitnesse, they stonde all writte i thy boke: Psalms 139:16 my dayes were fashioned, when as yet there was not one of them
and for his infinite mercies.
Psalms 139:17 How deare are yi coucels vnto me o God? O how greate is the summe of them? Psalms 139:18 Yf I tell them, they are mo in nombre then the sonde: when I wake vp, I am present with the.
He defieth the wicked.
Psalms 139:19 Wilt thou not slaye ye wicked (oh God) that the bloudethyrstie mighte departe fro me? Psalms 139:20 For they speake vnright of the, thine enemies exalte them selues presumptuously. Psalms 139:21 I hate them (o LORDE) that hate the, & I maye not awaye with those that ryse vp agaynst the? Psalms 139:22 Yee I hate them right sore, therfore are they myne enemies.
He prayeth for sincerety.
Psalms 139:23 Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes. Psalms 139:24 Loke well, yf there be eny waye of wickednesse in me, & lede me in the waye euerlastinge.