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Psalms 139
World English Bible British Edition · Berean Standard Bible
LORD, you have searched me,
For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. O LORD, You have searched me and known me.
You know my sitting down and my rising up.
You know when I sit and when I rise; You understand my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down,
You search out my path and my lying down; You are aware of all my ways.
For there is not a word on my tongue,
Even before a word is on my tongue, You know all about it, O LORD.
You hem me in behind and before.
You hem me in behind and before; You have laid Your hand upon me.
This knowledge is beyond me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.
Where could I go from your Spirit?
Where can I go to escape Your Spirit? Where can I flee from Your presence?
If I ascend up into heaven, you are there.
If I ascend to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in Sheol, You are there.
If I take the wings of the dawn,
If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle by the farthest sea,
even there your hand will lead me,
even there Your hand will guide me; Your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will overwhelm me.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me, and the light become night around me”—
even the darkness doesn’t hide from you,
even the darkness is not dark to You, but the night shines like the day, for darkness is as light to You.
For you formed my inmost being.
For You formed my inmost being (note: Hebrew my kidneys); You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I will give thanks to you,
I praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Marvelous are Your works, and I know this very well.
My frame wasn’t hidden from you,
My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in secret, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my body.
Your eyes saw my unformed body; all my days were written in Your book and ordained for me before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
How precious to me are Your thoughts (note: Or How amazing are Your thoughts concerning me), O God, how vast is their sum!
If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand.
If I were to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand; and when I awake, I am still with You.
If only you, God, would kill the wicked.
O God, that You would slay the wicked—away from me, you bloodthirsty men—
For they speak against you wickedly.
who speak of You deceitfully; Your enemies take Your name in vain.
LORD, don’t I hate those who hate you?
Do I not hate those who hate You, O LORD, and detest those who rise against You?
I hate them with perfect hatred.
I hate them with perfect hatred; I count them as my enemies.
Search me, God, and know my heart.
Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my concerns.
See if there is any wicked way in me,
See if there is any offensive way in me; lead me in the way everlasting.