[1] O God thou hast searched me to the quicke: and thou hast knowen me[2]Thou knowest my downe sitting & myne vprising: thou vnderstandest my thoughtes long before they be[3]Thou compassest about my path, and my iourney into all coastes: and thou vsest all my wayes[4]For there is not a word in my tongue: but beholde thou O Lorde knowest it altogether[5]Thou hast fashioned me behinde and before: and layde thyne hande vpon me[6]The knowledge that [thou hast] of me is marueylous: it is so high that I can not [attayne] vnto it[7]Whyther can I go from thy spirite: or whyther can I flee away from thy face[8]If I ascende vp into heauen, thou art there: if I lay me downe in hell, thou art there also[9]If I take the wynges of the morning: and [go to] dwell in the vttermost part of the sea[10]Euen there also thy hande shall leade me: and thy right hande shall holde me[11]And yf I say peraduenture the darknesse shall couer me: and the night shalbe day for me[12]Truely the darknesse shall not darken any thing from thee, and the night shalbe as lyghtsome as the day: darknesse and lyght [to thee] are both a lyke[13]For thou hast my reynes in thy possession: thou didst couer me in my mothers wombe[14]I wyll confesse it vnto thee, for that thy [doynges] are to be dreaded, I am made after a marueylous sort: thy workes be marueylous, and that my soule knoweth ryght well[15]The substaunce of my [body] was not hyd from thee: when I was made in secrete and fashioned with distinct members in my mothers wombe[16]Thyne eyes dyd see me when I was most imperfect: and in thy booke were written euery day of them [wherin the partes of my body] were shaped, and no one of them were knowen vnto thee[17]Howe pretious be thy cogitations towardes me O God? howe greatly be the summe of them increased[18]I 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[19]For truely thou wylt slay O Lord the wicked man: and the blood thirstie men [to whom I euer say] depart ye from me[20]Who do speake vnto thee in guilefull maner: [thou art O God] exalted in vayne to thyne enemies[21]Do not I hate them O God that hate thee? and am not I greeued with those that rise vp agaynst thee[22]Yea I hate them from the bottome of myne heart: euen as though they were myne enemies[23]Searche me to the quicke O Lorde, and knowe thou myne heart: proue me and knowe thou my thoughtes[24]And loke well yf there be any way of peruersnesse in me: and [then] leade me in the way of the worlde