Matthew(i)
1 To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid. O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me.
2 Thou knowest my doune sittyng and myne vprysinge, thou vnderstandest my thoughtes a farre of.
3 Thou art about my path & about my bed and spyest out all my wayes.
4 For lo, there is not a worde in my tonge, but thou, O Lorde knowest it altogether.
5 Thou hast fashioned me behynde and before, and layed thyne hande vpon me.
6 Such knowlege is to wonderfull and excellent for me, I can not atteyne vnto it.
7 Whither shal I go then from thy sprete? or, whyther shall I go then frome thy presence?
8 If I clyme vp into heauen, thou art there if I go doune to hel, thou art there also.
9 If I take the wynges of the mornynge, & remayne in the vttermost parte of the sea:
10 Euen there also shall thy hande leade me, and thy right hand shall holde me.
11 If I saye: peraduenture the darkenesse shall couer me, then shall my nyghte be turned to daye.
12 Yea, the darkenesse is no darkenesse with the, but the nyght is as cleare as the day, the darkenesse and light are both a lyke.
13 For my reynes are thyne, thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe.
14 I will geue thankes vnto the, for I am wonderously made: maruelous are thy workes, & that my soule knoweth right well.
15 My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly, and fashyoned beneth in the earth.
16 Thyne eyes se myne vnperfectnesse, they stande all written in thy boke: my dayes were fashyoned, when as yet there was not one of them.
17 How deare are thy counsails vnto me O God? O how greate is the summe of them?
18 If I tell them, they are mo in numbre then the sande: when I wake vp, I am presente with the.
19 Wylt thou not slaye the wycked (Oh God) that the bloudthyrsty myghte departe fro me?
20 For they speake vnright of the, thyne enemyes exalte them selfes presumpteously.
21 I hate them, O Lorde, that hate the: and I maye not awaye wyth those that ryse vp agaynst the.
22 Yea I hate them right sore, therefore are they myne enemyes.
23 Trye me, O God, and seke the grounde of myne herte: proue me, and examen my thoughtes.
24 Loke well if there be any way of wickednesse in me, and leade me in the way euerlastynge.