Psalms 139:23
Searche me to the quicke O Lorde, and knowe thou myne heart: proue me and knowe thou my thoughtes.
Searche me to the quicke O Lorde, and knowe thou myne heart: proue me and knowe thou my thoughtes.
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1Of Dauid. Iudge thou me O God, for I haue walked in my perfection: my trust also hath ben in God therfore I shall not fall.
2Examine me O God and proue me: trye out my reynes and my heart.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. O God thou hast searched me to the quicke: and thou hast knowen me.
2Thou knowest my downe sitting & myne vprising: thou vnderstandest my thoughtes long before they be.
3Thou compassest about my path, and my iourney into all coastes: and thou vsest all my wayes.
4For there is not a word in my tongue: but beholde thou O Lorde knowest it altogether.
5Thou hast fashioned me behinde and before: and layde thyne hande vpon me.
6The knowledge that thou hast of me is marueylous: it is so high that I can not attayne vnto it.
7Whyther can I go from thy spirite: or whyther can I flee away from thy face?
8If I ascende vp into heauen, thou art there: if I lay me downe in hell, thou art there also.
24And loke well yf there be any way of peruersnesse in me: and then leade me in the way of the worlde.
3Thou hast proued myne heart, thou hast visited it in the nyght season: thou hast tryed me, and founde no wickednesse, for I purposed that nothyng shoulde scape my mouth.
3But thou Lorde to whom I am well knowen, thou that hast sene and proued my heart, take them away, like as a flocke is caryed to the slaughter house, & appoynt them for the day of slaughter.
21woulde not God searche it out? for he knoweth the very secretes of the heart.
9Among all thynges, man hath the most deceiptfull and stubburne heart: Who shall then knowe it?
10Euen I the Lorde searche out the grounde of the heart, & trye the raynes, and rewarde euery man accordyng to his wayes, and accordyng to the fruite of his workes.
17Howe pretious be thy cogitations towardes me O God? howe greatly be the summe of them increased?
18I go about to count them, I fynde that they are mo in number then the sande: and yet whyle I am wakyng I am styll with thee.
21Do not I hate them O God that hate thee? and am not I greeued with those that rise vp agaynst thee?
22Yea I hate them from the bottome of myne heart: euen as though they were myne enemies.
10I haue sought thee with my whole heart: suffer me not to swarue from thy commaundementes.
11I haue hyd thy wordes within my heart: for this ende, that I shoulde not sinne agaynst thee.
6That thou makest such inquisition for my wickednes, and searchest out my sinne?
5God thou knowest my folly: and my faultes are not hyd from thee.
23How many are my misdeedes and sinnes? let me knowe my transgressions and offences.
6Neuerthelesse, lo thou requirest trueth in the inwarde partes of me: & therfore thou wylt make me learne wisdome in the secrete part of myne heart.
9Turne thy face from my sinnes: and wype out all my misdeedes.
10Make thou vnto me a cleane heart O Lorde: and renue thou a ryght spirite within me.
9My desire is, that ye wickednesse of the vngodly may come to an ende: and that thou wouldest assist the iust, who art the tryer of heartes and of reynes, O most righteous Lorde.
6They searche out howe to do wrong, they put in practise fully that they haue diligently searched out: yea euen the secretes and bottome of euery one of their heartes.
12And nowe O Lorde of hoastes that triest the righteous, which knowest the raynes and the very heartes, let me see them punished: for vnto thee I haue declared my cause.
23Yet Lorde thou knowest all their counsayle, that they haue deuised to slay me, forgeue not their wickednesse, and let not their sinnes be put out of thy sight, but let them be iudged before thee as giltie: this do thou vnto them in the tyme of thine indignation.
40Let vs looke well vpon our wayes, and remember our selues, and turne agayne to the Lorde.
3When my spirite was ouerwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked they haue priuily layde a snare for me.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid when the prophete Nathan came vnto hym after he was gone in to Bethsabe. Haue mercie on me O Lorde accordyng to thy louyng kindnesse: accordyng vnto the multitudes of thy mercies wype out my wickednesse.
2Washe me throughly from myne iniquitie: and clense me from my sinne.
3For I do acknowledge my wickednesse: and my sinne is euer before me.
4O God make me to knowe mine ende, and the number of my dayes: that I may be certified howe long I haue to lyue.
11God knoweth the thoughtes of man: that they are but vanitie.
12Who can knowe his owne errours? Oh cleanse thou me from those that I am not priuie of.
8My heart hath sayde vnto thee according to this thy commaundement seeke ye my face: thy face O God wyll I seeke.
2The Lorde looked downe from heauen vpon the chyldren of men: to see if there were any that did vnderstand and seeke after the Lorde.
14Let the wordes of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in thy sight O God: my strength and my redeemer.
6Let me be wayed in an euen balaunce, that God may see myne innocencie.
19Consider myne enemies, for they do multiplie: and they beare a tirannous hate against me.
8Cause me to heare of thy louyng kindnesse betymes in the mornyng: for in thee is my trust. Make me to knowe the way that I shoulde walke in: for I lyft vp my soule vnto thee.
34Geue me vnderstanding, & I wil kepe thy law: yea I wyll kepe it with my whole heart.
21Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
1A song of high degrees (made) of Dauid. O God I am not hygh mynded, I haue no proude lokes: I haue not vsed to walke in greater & waightier matters then I ought to do.
4A frowarde heart shall depart from me: I wyll not once knowe any euyll.