Tue. Sep 27th, 2022
    Psalms-Chapter-50-51

    Psalm 139

    1 To the chiefe Musician, A Psalme of Dauid. O Lord, thou hast searched mee, and knowen me.

    2 Thou knowest my downe sitting, and mine vprising: thou vnderstandest my thought afarre off.

    3 Thou compassest my path, and my lying downe, and art acquainted with all my wayes.

    4 For there is not a worde in my tongue: but lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether.

    5 Thou hast beset me behind, and before: and laid thine hand vpon me.

    6 Such knowledge is too wonderfull for me: it is high, I cannot attaine vnto it.

    7 Whither shall I goe from thy spirit? or whither shall I flie from thy presence?

    8If I ascend vp into heauen, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.

    9 If I take the wings of the morning: and dwell in the vttermost parts of the Sea:

    10 Euen there shall thy hand leade me: and thy right hand shall hold me.

    11 If I say, Surely the darkenes shall couer me: euen the night shall bee light about me.

    12 Yea the darkenesse hideth not from thee, but the night shineth as the day: the darknes and the light are both alike to thee.

    13 For thou hast possessed my reines: thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe.

    14 I will praise thee, for I am fearefully and wonderfully made, marueilous are thy works: and that my soule knoweth right well.

    15 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret: and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

    16 Thine eyes did see my substance yet being vnperfect, and in thy booke all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned: when as yet there was none of them.

    17Howe precious also are thy thoughts vnto me, O God: how great is the summe of them?

    18 If I should count them, they are moe in number then the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

    19 Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.

    20For they speake against thee wickedly: and thine enemies take thy name in vaine.

    21 Doe not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee? and am not I grieued with those that rise vp against thee?

    22 I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.

    23 Search me, O God, and knowe my heart: trie mee, and knowe my thoughts:

    24 And see if there bee any wicked way in me: and leade me in the way euerlasting.

    Psalm 51

    1To the chiefe Musician. A Psalme of Dauid, when Nathan the Prophet came vnto him, after hee had gone in to Bath-sheba. Haue mercie vpon mee, O God, according to thy louing kindnesse: according vnto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions.

    2 Wash mee throughly from mine iniquitie, and clense me from my sinne.

    3 For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sinne is euer before mee.

    4 Against thee, thee onely haue I sinned, and done this euill in thy sight: that thou mightest bee iustified when thou speakest, and be cleare when thou iudgest.

    5 Behold, I was shapen in iniquitie: and in sinne did my mother conceiue me.

    6 Behold, thou desirest trueth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisedome.

    7 Purge me with hyssope, and I shalbe cleane: wash me, and I shall be whiter then snow.

    8 Make mee to heare ioy and gladnesse: that the bones which thou hast broken, may reioyce.

    9 Hide thy face from my sinnes; and blot out all mine iniquities.

    10 Create in mee a cleane heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within mee.

    11 Cast mee not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy Spirit from me.

    12 Restore vnto me the ioy of thy saluation: and vphold mee with thy free Spirit.

    13 Then will I teach transgressours thy wayes, and sinners shalbe conuerted vnto thee.

    14 Deliuer mee from blood-guiltinesse, O God, thou God of my saluation: and my tongue shall sing alowd of thy righteousnesse.

    15 O Lord open thou my lips, and my mouth shall shew foorth thy praise.

    16 For thou desirest not sacrifice: else would I giue it: thou delightest not in burnt offering.

    17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.

    18 Doe good in thy good pleasure vnto Sion: build thou the walles of Ierusalem.

    19 Then shalt thou be pleased with the sacrifices of righteousnesse, with burnt offering and whole burnt offering: then shall they offer bullockes vpon thine altar.

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