Psalms 139:14-23 in English

¹⁴ I will give thanks unto thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: Wonderful are thy works; And that my soul knoweth right well.

¹⁵ My frame was not hidden from thee, When I was made in secret, And curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

¹⁶ Thine eyes did see mine unformed substance; And in thy book they were all written, Even the days that were ordained for me, When as yet there was none of them.

¹⁷ How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them!

¹⁸ If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: When I awake, I am still with thee.

¹⁹ Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: Depart from me therefore, ye bloodthirsty men.

²⁰ For they speak against thee wickedly, And thine enemies take thy name in vain.

²¹ Do not I hate them, O Jehovah, that hate thee? And am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

²² I hate them with perfect hatred: They are become mine enemies.

²³ Search me, O God, and know my heart: Try me, and know my thoughts;

¹⁴ Surely the righteous shall give thanks to thy name: the upright shall dwell in thy presence.

¹⁴ I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

¹⁵ My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

¹⁶ Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

¹⁷ How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

¹⁸ If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

¹⁹ Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.

²⁰ For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain.

²¹ Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

²² I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.

²³ Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:

¹⁴ I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

¹⁵ My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

¹⁶ Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

¹⁷ How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

¹⁸ If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

¹⁹ Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.

²⁰ For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain.

²¹ Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

²² I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.

²³ Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:

¹⁴ I will give thanks unto thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: wonderful are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

¹⁵ My frame was not hidden from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

¹⁶ Thine eyes did see mine unperfect substance, and in thy book were all my members written, which day by day were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

¹⁷ How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

¹⁸ If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

¹⁹ Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloodthirsty men.

²⁰ For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain.

²¹ Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

²² I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.

²³ Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me and know my thoughts:

¹⁴ I praise you because you made my body in a very awesome and wonderful way. Everything that you do is amazing! I know that very well.

¹⁵ When my body was being formed, while it was being put together where no one else could see it, you saw it!

¹⁶ You saw me before I was born. You wrote in your book the number of days that you had decided that I would live. You did that before any of those days had even started!

¹⁷ God, what you think about me is very precious (OR, is very hard to understand). There is a great number of things that you think about.

¹⁸ If I could count them, I would see that they are more than the grains of sand at the seashore. And when I wake up, I am still with you and I know that there are still more of your thoughts about me to count.

¹⁹ God, I desire that you would kill all the wicked people! And I wish that violent MTY men would ◄leave/go away from► me.

²⁰ They say wicked/malicious things about you; they slander your name.

²¹ Yahweh, I certainly RHQ hate those who hate you! And I despise RHQ those who rebel against you.

²² I hate them completely, and I consider that they are my enemies.

²³ God, search my inner being; find out what I am thinking!

¹⁴ I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.

¹⁵ My frame wasn’t hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.

¹⁶ Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.

¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is their sum!

¹⁸ If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.

¹⁹ If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men!

²⁰ For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.

²¹ Yahweh, don’t I hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?

²² I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.

²³ Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.

¹⁴ I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.

¹⁵ My frame wasn’t hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.

¹⁶ Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.

¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is their sum!

¹⁸ If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.

¹⁹ If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men!

²⁰ For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.

²¹ Yahweh, don’t I hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?

²² I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.

²³ Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.

¹⁴ I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.

¹⁵ My frame wasn’t hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.

¹⁶ Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.

¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is their sum!

¹⁸ If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.

¹⁹ If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men!

²⁰ For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.

²¹ LORD, don’t I hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?

²² I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.

²³ Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.

¹⁴ I will give you praise, for I am strangely and delicately formed; your works are great wonders, and of this my soul is fully conscious.

¹⁵ My frame was not unseen by you when I was made secretly, and strangely formed in the lowest parts of the earth.

¹⁶ Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book all my days were recorded, even those which were purposed before they had come into being.

¹⁷ How dear are your thoughts to me, O God! how great is the number of them!

¹⁸ If I made up their number, it would be more than the grains of sand; when I am awake, I am still with you.

¹⁹ If only you would put the sinners to death, O God; go far from me, you men of blood.

²⁰ For they go against you with evil designs, and your haters make sport of your name.

²¹ Are not your haters hated by me, O Lord? are not those who are lifted up against you a cause of grief to me?

²² My hate for them is complete; my thoughts of them are as if they were making war on me.

²³ O God, let the secrets of my heart be uncovered, and let my wandering thoughts be tested:

¹⁴ I will praise thee, for I am fearfully, wonderfully made. Marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

¹⁵ My bones were not hidden from thee when I was made in secret, curiously wrought in the lower parts of the earth.

¹⁶ Thine eyes did see my unformed substance, and in thy book all my members were written; during many days were they fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

¹⁷ But how precious are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

¹⁸ If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I awake, I am still with thee.

¹⁹ Oh that thou wouldest slay the wicked, O God! And ye men of blood, depart from me.

²⁰ For they speak of thee wickedly, they take thy name in vain, thine enemies.

²¹ Do not I hate them, O Jehovah, that hate thee? and do not I loathe them that rise up against thee?

²² I hate them with perfect hatred; I account them mine enemies.

²³ Search me, O God, and know my heart; prove me, and know my thoughts;

¹⁴ But as for the just, they shall give glory to thy name: and the upright shall dwell with thy countenance.

¹⁴ I praise you for making me in such an awesome and wonderful way. What you do is incredible—I realize this completely!

¹⁵ My growing body was not hidden from you as I was formed in secret, as I was intricately put together “in the depths of the earth.”

¹⁶ You saw me as an embryo, and in your book all my days were written down—the days that were made for me before any of them existed.

¹⁷ God, your thoughts are so valuable to me! Taken together, they can't be counted!

¹⁸ If I tried to count them, they would be more than every grain of sand. Yet when I awake I am still with you.

¹⁹ God, if you would only kill the wicked! Murderers, get away from me!

²⁰ When they speak of you they're being deceptively evil. Since they are your enemies, they call on you in vain.

²¹ Lord, don't I hate those who hate you? I despise those who rebel against you!

²² I hate them with absolute hatred—they have become my enemies!

²³ Examine me carefully, God, so you can be sure of my true feelings. Check me out so you can know what I really think.

¹⁴ I will praise thee, for I am fearefully and wonderously made: marueilous are thy workes, and my soule knoweth it well.

¹⁵ My bones are not hid from thee, though I was made in a secret place, and facioned beneath in the earth.

¹⁶ Thine eyes did see me, when I was without forme: for in thy booke were all things written, which in continuance were facioned, when there was none of them before.

¹⁷ Howe deare therefore are thy thoughtes vnto me, O God! how great is ye summe of them!

¹⁸ If I should count them, they are moe then the sand: when I wake, I am still with thee.

¹⁹ Oh that thou wouldest slay, O God, the wicked and bloody men, to whom I say, Depart ye from mee:

²⁰ Which speake wickedly of thee, and being thine enemies are lifted vp in vaine.

²¹ Doe not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee? and doe not I earnestly contend with those that rise vp against thee?

²² I hate them with an vnfained hatred, as they were mine vtter enemies.

²³ Try mee, O God, and knowe mine heart: prooue me and know my thoughtes,

¹⁴ I will give thanks unto Thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are Thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

¹⁵ My frame was not hidden from Thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

¹⁶ Thine eyes did see mine unformed substance, and in Thy book they were all written — even the days that were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

¹⁷ How weighty also are Thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them!

¹⁸ If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand; were I to come to the end of them, I would still be with Thee.

¹⁹ If Thou but wouldest slay the wicked, O God — depart from me therefore, ye men of blood;

²⁰ Who utter Thy name with wicked thought, they take it for falsehood, even Thine enemies —

²¹ Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate Thee? And do not I strive with those that rise up against Thee?

²² I hate them with utmost hatred; I count them mine enemies.

²³ Search me, O God, and know my heart, try me, and know my thoughts;

¹⁴ I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: Marvellous are thy works; And that my soul knoweth right well.

¹⁵ My substance was not hid from thee, When I was made in secret, And curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

¹⁶ Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; And in thy book all my members were written, Which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

¹⁷ How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God: How great is the sum of them!

¹⁸ If I should count them, they are moe in number than the sand: When I awake, I am still with thee.

¹⁹ Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: Depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.

²⁰ For they speak against thee wickedly, And thine enemies take thy name in vain.

²¹ Do not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee? And am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

²² I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.

²³ Search me, O God, and know my heart: Try me, and know my thoughts:

¹⁴ I will thank thee therefore, that I am so fearfully and wonderfully made: wonderful are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

¹⁵ My being was not concealed from thee, when I was made in secret, when I was so to say embroidered in the lowest parts of the earth.

¹⁶ My undeveloped substance did thy eyes see; and in thy book were all of them written down—the days which have been formed, while yet not one of them was here.

¹⁷ And how precious are unto me thy thoughts, O God! how mightily great is their sum!

¹⁸ Should I count them, they would be more numerous than the sand: I awake, and I am still with thee.

¹⁹ If thou wouldst but slay the wicked, O God! and ye men of blood, depart from me.

²⁰ Who speak of thee for a wicked end, thy enemies, that bear thy name for a vain purpose.

²¹ Behold, those that hate thee I ever hate, O Lord; and for those that rise up against thee do I feel loathing.

²² With the utmost hatred do I hate them: enemies are they become unto me.

²³ Search me through, O God, and know my heart; probe me, and know my thoughts:

¹⁴ Surely the righteous shall give thanks to thy name: The upright shall dwell in thy presence.

¹⁴ I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvellous are thy works, And this my soul knoweth full well!

¹⁵ My frame was not hidden from thee, When I was made in secret. When I was curiously wrought in the lower parts of the earth.

¹⁶ Thine eyes did see my substance, while yet unformed, And in thy book was every thing written; My days were appointed before one of them existed.

¹⁷ How precious to me are thy thoughts, O God! How great is the sum of them!

¹⁸ If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand: When I awake, I am still with thee!

¹⁹ O that thou wouldst slay the wicked, O God! Ye men of blood, depart from me!

²⁰ For they speak against thee wickedly; Thine enemies utter thy name for falsehood.

²¹ Do I not hate them that hate thee, O LORD? Do I not abhor them that rise up against thee?

²² Yea, I hate them with perfect hatred; I count them mine enemies.

²³ Search me, O God! and know my heart; Try me, and know my thoughts;

¹⁴ I give you praise for my fashioning so full of awe, so wonderful. Your works are wonderful. You knew me right well;

¹⁵ my bones were not hidden from you, when I was made in secret, and woven in the depths of the earth.

¹⁶ Your eyes saw all my days: they stood on your book every one written down, before they were fashioned, while none of them yet was mine.

¹⁷ But how far, O God, beyond measure are your thoughts! How mighty their sum!

¹⁸ Should I count, they are more than the sand. When I wake, I am still with you.

¹⁹ Will you slay the wicked, O God? And remove from me the bloodthirsty,

²⁰ who maliciously defy you and take your name in vain.

²¹ Do I not hate those who hate you, Lord? Do I not loathe those who resist you?

²² With perfect hatred I hate them, I count them my enemies.

²³ Search me, O God, know my heart: test me, and know my thoughts,

¹⁴ I give you praise for my fashioning so full of awe, so wonderful. Your works are wonderful. You knew me right well;

¹⁵ my bones were not hidden from you, when I was made in secret, and woven in the depths of the earth.

¹⁶ Your eyes saw all my days: they stood on your book every one written down, before they were fashioned, while none of them yet was mine.

¹⁷ But how far, O God, beyond measure are your thoughts! How mighty their sum!

¹⁸ Should I count, they are more than the sand. When I wake, I am still with you.

¹⁹ Will you slay the wicked, O God? And remove from me the bloodthirsty,

²⁰ who maliciously defy you and take your name in vain.

²¹ Do I not hate those who hate you, Lord? Do I not loathe those who resist you?

²² With perfect hatred I hate them, I count them my enemies.

²³ Search me, O God, know my heart: test me, and know my thoughts,

¹⁴ I will yadah ·extend hands in thankful praise· to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.

¹⁵ My frame was not hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.

¹⁶ Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.

¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is their sum!

¹⁸ If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.

¹⁹ If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men!

²⁰ For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.

²¹ Adonai , don’t I hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?

²² I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.

²³ Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.

¹⁴ I will praise you, for I am wonderfully made. My soul knows this very well.

¹⁵ My bones were not hidden from you when I was made in private, when I was intricately made in the depths of the earth.

¹⁶ You saw me inside the womb; all the days assigned to me were recorded in your book even before the first one happened.

¹⁷ How precious are your thoughts to me, God! How vast is their sum!

¹⁸ If I tried to count them, they would be more in number than the sand. When I awake, I am still with you.

¹⁹ If only you would kill the wicked, God; get away from me, you violent men.

²⁰ They rebel against you and act deceitfully; your enemies tell lies.

²¹ Do I not hate those, Yahweh, who hate you? Do I not despise those who rise up against you?

²² I hate them completely; they have become my enemies.

²³ Examine me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my thoughts.

¹⁴ I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.

¹⁵ My frame wasn’t hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.

¹⁶ Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.

¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is their sum!

¹⁸ If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.

¹⁹ If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men!

²⁰ For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.

²¹ Yahweh, don’t I hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?

²² I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.

²³ Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.

¹⁴ I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.

¹⁵ My frame wasn’t hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.

¹⁶ Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.

¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is their sum!

¹⁸ If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.

¹⁹ If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men!

²⁰ For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.

²¹ LORD, don’t I hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?

²² I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.

²³ Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.

¹⁴ I will praise thee: for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: wonderful are thy works; and that my soul well knoweth.

¹⁵ My substance was not hid from thee when I was made in secret, and curiously formed in the lowest parts of the earth.

¹⁶ Thy eyes saw my substance, yet being imperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

¹⁷ How precious also are thy thoughts to me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

¹⁸ If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

¹⁹ Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.

²⁰ For they speak against thee wickedly, and thy enemies take thy name in vain.

²¹ Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

²² I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them my enemies.

²³ Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me, and know my thoughts:

¹⁴ I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.

¹⁵ My frame wasn’t hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.

¹⁶ Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.

¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is their sum!

¹⁸ If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.

¹⁹ If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men!

²⁰ For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.

²¹ LORD, don’t I hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?

²² I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.

²³ Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.

¹⁴ I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.

¹⁵ My frame wasn’t hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.

¹⁶ Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.

¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is their sum!

¹⁸ If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.

¹⁹ If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men!

²⁰ For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.

²¹ LORD, don’t I hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?

²² I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.

²³ Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.

¹⁴ I shall acknowledge to thee, for thou art magnified dreadfully; thy works be wonderful, and my soul shall know that full much.

¹⁵ My bone, which thou madest in private, is not hid from thee; and my substance formed in the lower parts of the earth.

¹⁶ Thine eyes saw mine unperfect thing, and all men shall be written in thy book; days shall be formed, and no man is in those or them.

¹⁷ Forsooth, God, thy friends be made honourable full much to me; the prince-hood of them is comforted full much.

¹⁸ I shall number them, and they shall be multiplied above the gravel; I rose up, and yet I am with thee.

¹⁹ For thou, God, shalt slay sinners; ye men-quellers, bow away from me.

²⁰ For they say in thought; Take they their cities in vanity.

²¹ Lord, whether I hated not them that hated thee; and I failed, that is, mourned greatly, on thine enemies?

²² By perfect hatred I hated them; they were made enemies to me.

²³ God, prove thou me, and know thou mine heart; ask thou me, and know thou my paths.

¹⁴ I shall acknowledge to thee, for thou art magnified dreadfully; thy works be wonderful, and my soul shall know (that) full much. (I shall praise thee, for thou art greatly to be feared or for thou hath filled me with awe; thy works be wonderful, and I truly know that.)

¹⁵ My bone, which thou madest in private, is not hid from thee; and my substance (formed) in the lower parts of earth. (My bones, which thou madest in secret, be not a mystery to thee; yea, when my substance was formed in the lower parts of the earth.)

¹⁶ Thine eyes saw mine unperfect thing, and all men shall be written in thy book; days shall be formed, and no man is in those. (Thine eyes saw my imperfect substance, and all was written in thy Book; but when those days were formed, no man was there.)

¹⁷ Forsooth, God, thy friends be made honourable full much to me; the princehood of them is comforted full much. (But, God, how deep be thy thoughts to me; and how many of them there be!)

¹⁸ I shall number them, and they shall be multiplied above the gravel; I rose up, and yet I am with thee. (If I tried to count them all up, their number would be more than all the grains of sand. And then I awake; and still I am with thee.)

¹⁹ For thou, God, shalt slay sinners; ye men-quellers, bow away from me. (O God, I wish that thou wouldest kill the sinners; ye murderers, go far away from me!)

²⁰ For they say in thought; Take they their cities in vanity. (For out loud they say against thee, We shall take thy name in vain.)

²¹ Lord, whether I hated not them that hated thee; and I failed, that is, mourned greatly, on (those who be) thine enemies? (Lord, how I hate those who hate thee; and I am greatly grieved by those who be thy enemies!)

²² By perfect hatred I hated them; they were made enemies to me. (Yea, with perfect hatred I hate them; they be made my enemies too.)

²³ God, prove thou me, and know thou mine heart; ask thou me, and know thou my paths. (God, assay, or test, thou me, and know thou my heart; ask thou me, and know thou my thoughts.)

¹⁴ I confess Thee, because that with wonders I have been distinguished. Wonderful are Thy works, And my soul is knowing it well.

¹⁵ My substance was not hid from Thee, When I was made in secret, Curiously wrought in the lower part of earth.

¹⁶ Mine unformed substance Thine eyes saw, And on Thy book all of them are written, The days they were formed — And not one among them.

¹⁷ And to me how precious have been Thy thoughts, O God, how great hath been their sum!

¹⁸ I recount them! than the sand they are more, I have waked, and I am still with Thee.

¹⁹ Dost Thou slay, O God, the wicked? Then, men of blood, turn aside from me!

²⁰ Who exchange Thee for wickedness, Lifted up to vanity are Thine enemies.

²¹ Do not I hate, Jehovah, those hating Thee? And with Thy withstanders grieve myself?

²² With perfect hatred I have hated them, Enemies they have become to me.

²³ Search me, O God, and know my heart, Try me, and know my thoughts,