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Psalm 139 Domine, probasti.

O LORD, thou hast searched me out, and known me. * Thou knowest my down-sitting, and mine uprising; thou understandest my thoughts long before.

2Thou art about my path, and about my bed; * and art acquainted with all my ways.

3For lo, there is not a word in my tongue, * but thou, O LORD, knowest it altogether.

4Thou hast beset me behind and before, * and laid thine hand upon me.

5Such knowledge is too wonderful and excellent for me; * I cannot attain unto it.

6Whither shall I go then from thy Spirit? * or whither shall I go then from thy presence?

7If I climb up into heaven, thou art there; * if I go down to hell, thou art there also.

8If I take the wings of the morning, * and remain in the uttermost parts of the sea;

9Even there also shall thy hand lead me, * and thy right hand shall hold me.

10If I say, Peradventure the darkness shall cover me; * then shall my night be turned to day.

11Yea, the darkness is no darkness with thee, but the night is as clear as the day; * the darkness and light to thee are both alike.

12For my reins are thine; * thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.

13I will give thanks unto thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: * marvellous are thy works, and that my soul knoweth right well.

14My bones are not hid from thee, * though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneath in the earth.

15Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being imperfect; * and in thy book were all my members written;

16Which day by day were fashioned, * when as yet there was none of them.

17How dear are thy counsels unto me, O God; * O how great is the sum of them!

18If I tell them, they are more in number than the sand: * when I wake up, I am present with thee.

19Wilt thou not slay the wicked, O God? * Depart from me, ye blood-thirsty men.

20For they speak unrighteously against thee; * and thine enemies take thy Name in vain.

21Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? * and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

22Yea, I hate them right sore; * even as though they were mine enemies.

23Try me, O God, and seek the ground of my heart; * prove me, and examine my thoughts.

24Look well if there be any way of wickedness in me; * and lead me in the way everlasting.