Great(i)
1 To the chaunter, a psalme of Dauid. O lorde, thou hast searched me out, and knowen me.
2 Thou knowest my downe syttinge and myne vprysing: thou vnderstandest my thoughtes longe before.
3 Thou art about my path, and about my bedd: & spyest out all my wayes.
4 For lo, there is not a worde in my tonge, but thou, O Lorde knowest it all together.
5 Thou hast fassyoned me behynde and before, and layed thyne hande vpon me.
6 Soch knowledge is to wonderfull & excellent for me: I can not attayne vnto it.
7 Whyther shall I go then from thy sprete? or whither shall I go then from thy presence?
8 If I clyme vp into heauen, thou art ther: yf I go downe to hell thou, art there also.
9 If I take the wynges of the mornynge, & remayne in the vttermost partes of the see.
10 Euen ther also shall thy hande lead me: and thy right hande shall holde me
11 If I saye: paraduenture the darcknesse shall couer me, then shall my nyght be turned to daye.
12 Yee, the darcknes is no darcknes with the: but the night is all cleare as the daye, the darcknes & lyght (to the) are both a lyke.
13 For my reynes are thyne, thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe.