PSALM ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-NINE

PSALM ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-NINE

For the music director. Of David.

A psalm.

1 O Lord, you’ve searched me; you know me,

               2 And you know when I sit and when

I rise, and you perceive my thoughts

From far away; 3 you know when I              

               Go out, when I lie down; you are

Familiar with my ways; 4 before

A word is on my tongue you know

               Exactly what it is, O Lord.

               5 You hem me in behind, in front;

You’ve laid your hand upon me.

               6 Such knowledge is too wonderful

For me; too lofty for my reach.

7 Where can I travel from your Spirit?

               Where can I hurry from your presence?

               8 If I go to the heavens, you

Are there; and if I make my bed

               Down in the depths, you’re there, 9 and if

               I rise on dawn’s wings; if I settle  

Over upon the seas’ far side,

               10 Even there will your right hand guide me;

               Your right hand will keep me secure.

11 If I say, “Surely darkness will

               Conceal me and the light become

The night around me,” 12 even darkness

Will not be dark to you; the night

               Will shine like day, for darkness is

               As light to you, 13 for you created

My inmost being; you knit me

               Together in my mother’s womb.

14 I praise you, as I’m fearfully

And wonderfully made; your works

               Are wonderful, I know full well.

               15 My frame was not concealed from you

Inside the secret place when I

               Was made; when in earth’s depths I was

               Woven together, 16 and your eyes

Observed my unformed body; all days

               Ordained for me were written in

               Your book before a single one

Took place; 17 how precious to me are

               Your thoughts, O God. Uncountable,

               The sum of them. 18 If I could count

Them, they’d outnumber grains of sand.

               When I awake, I’m still with you.

19 Oh God, if only you would kill

The wicked. Get away from me,

               Bloodthirsty men. 20 They speak of you

With bad intent; your enemies

Misuse your name; 21 do I not hate

               Those who despise you, Lord, abhorring

Those who rise up against you? 22 I’ve

Nothing but hatred for them; I count

               Them as my enemies; 23 search me,

O Lord, and know my heart; test me

And know my anxious thoughts; 24 see if

               My heart and soul have  gone astray

And lead me in th’eternal way.