Psalm 138

Confitebor tibi

I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, with my whole heart *

even before the gods will I sing praise unto thee.

I will worship toward thy holy temple, and praise thy Name, because of thy loving-kindness and truth *

for thou hast magnified thy Name and thy word above all things.

When I called upon thee, thou heardest me *

and enduedst my soul with much strength.

All the kings of the earth shall praise thee, O Lord *

for they have heard the words of thy mouth.

Yea, they shall sing in the ways of the Lord *

that great is the glory of the Lord.

For though the Lord be high, yet hath he respect unto the lowly *

as for the proud, he beholdeth them afar off.

Though I walk in the midst of trouble, yet shalt thou refresh me *

thou shalt stretch forth thy hand upon the furiousness of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall save me.

The lord shall make good his loving-kindness toward me *

yea, thy mercy, O Lord, endureth for ever; despise not then the works of thine own hands.

Psalm 139

Domine, probasti

O Lord, thou hast searched me out and known me *

thou knowest my down-sitting and mine up-rising, thou understandest my thoughts long before.

Thou art about my path, and about my bed *

and spiest out all my ways.

For lo, there is not a word in my tongue *

but thou, O Lord, knowest it altogether.

Thou hast fashioned me behind and before *

and laid thine hand upon me.

Such knowledge is too wonderful and excellent for me *

I cannot attain unto it.

Whither shall I go then from thy Spirit *

or whither shall I go then from thy presence?

If I climb up into heaven, thou art there *

if I go down to hell, thou art there also.

If I take the wings of the morning *

and remain in the uttermost parts of the sea;

Even there also shall thy hand lead me *

and thy right hand shall hold me.

If I say, Peradventure the darkness shall cover me *

then shall my night be turned to day.

Yea, 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.

For my reins are thine *

thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.

I will give thanks unto thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made *

marvellous are thy works, and that my soul knoweth right well.

My bones are not hid from thee *

though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneath in the earth.

Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect *

and in thy book were all my members written;

Which day by day were fashioned *

when as yet there was none of them.

How dear are thy counsels unto me, O God *

O how great is the sum of them!

If I tell them, they are more in number than the sand *

when I wake up I am present with thee.

Wilt thou not slay the wicked, O God *

depart from me, ye blood-thirsty men.

For they speak unrighteously against thee *

and thine enemies take thy Name in vain.

Do not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee *

and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

Yea, I hate them right sore *

even as though they were mine enemies.

Try me, O God, and seek the ground of my heart *

prove me, and examine my thoughts.

Look well if there be any way of wickedness in me *

and lead me in the way everlasting.