
Day IXXX : Morning Prayer

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.

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,

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.
