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!