Psalms 139
To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known <add>me</add>.2Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.
3Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted <add>with</add> all my ways.
4For <add>there is</add> not a word in my tongue, <add>but</add>, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether.
5Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.
6<add>Such</add> knowledge <add>is</add> too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot <add>attain</add> unto it.
7Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
8If I ascend up into heaven, thou <add>art</add> there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou <add>art there</add>.
9<add>If</add> I take the wings of the morning, <add>and</add> dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
10Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
11If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.
12Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light <add>are</add> both alike <add>to thee</add>.
13For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.
14I will praise thee; for I am fearfully <add>and</add> wonderfully made: marvellous <add>are</add> thy works; and <add>that</add> my soul knoweth right well.
15My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, <add>and</add> curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all <add>my members</add> were written, <add>which</add> in continuance were fashioned, when <add>as yet there was</add> none of them.
17How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
18<add>If</add> I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.
19Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.
20For they speak against thee wickedly, <add>and</add> thine enemies take <add>thy name</add> in vain.
21Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?
22I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.
23Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:
24And see if <add>there be any</add> wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.