day 29 : mor ning pray er

139 - Domine, probasti

1  O Lord, you have searched me out and known me; *
you know my sitting down and my rising up; 
you understand my thoughts from afar.
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2  You examine my path and my places of rest, *
and are acquainted with all my ways.
3  Indeed, there is not a word on my tongue, *
but you, O Lord, know it altogether.
4  You have enclosed me behind and before, *
and have laid your hand upon me.
5  Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, *
so excellent I cannot attain to it.
6  Where shall I go then from your Spirit, *
or where shall I flee from your presence?
7  If I climb up to heaven, you are there; *
if I make my bed in the Grave, you are there also.
8  If I take the wings of the morning *
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
9  Even there shall your hand lead me, *
and your right hand shall hold me.
10  If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,” *
then shall my night be turned to day. 
11  Even the darkness is not dark to you, and the night is as clear
  as the day; *
the darkness and the light to you are both alike.
12  For you yourself made my inmost parts; *
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
13  I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and 
  wonderfully made; *
marvelous are your works, and my soul knows it very well.
14  My bones were not hidden from you *
when I was made in secret and fashioned in the depths 
of the earth.
15  Your eyes beheld my substance, while I was yet unformed; *
and in your book were all my members written,

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16  Which day by day were fashioned, *
when as yet there was none of them.
17  How dear to me are your thoughts, O God. *
How great is the sum of them!
18  If I were to count them, they would be more in number
  than the sand. *
When I wake up, I am present with you.
19  Oh, that you would slay the wicked, O God! *
Depart from me, you bloodthirsty men.
20  For they speak unrighteously against you; *
your enemies take your Name in vain.
21  Do I not hate those, O Lord, who hate you, *
and do I not loathe those who rise up against you?
22  Indeed, I hate them with a perfect hatred; *
they have become my own enemies.
23  Search me, O God, and know my heart; *
try me and examine my thoughts.
24  Look well if there be any way of wickedness in me, *
and lead me in the way everlasting.