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Psalm 139 (138) Domine probasti
 
 
 

Psalm Praise
 

 

Lets Pray
with our Hands

 

GOD, investigate my life;
get all the facts firsthand.
 

O, Lord, You serach me and know me


I'm an open book to you;
even from a distance, you know what I'm thinking.
 

No getting away from God


You know when I leave and when I get back;
I'm never out of your sight.
You know everything I'm going to say
before I start the first sentence.
I look behind me and you're there,
then up ahead and you're there, too-
your reassuring presence, coming and going.
This is too much, too wonderful-
I can't take it all in!

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Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit?
to be out of your sight?
 

This way for an easy life


If I climb to the sky, you're there!
If I go underground, you're there!
If I flew on morning's wings
to the far western horizon,
You'd find me in a minute-
you're already there waiting!
Then I said to myself, "Oh, he even sees me in the dark!
 

Maybe He's hiding under the bed!


At night I'm immersed in the light!"
It's a fact: darkness isn't dark to you;
night and day, darkness and light, they're all the same to you.
Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother's womb.
 

You shaped me from my mother's womb


I thank you, High God - you're breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvellously made!
I worship in adoration - what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I'd even lived one day.
 

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Your thoughts - how rare, how beautiful! God,
I'll never comprehend them!
 

How beautiful your thoughts, O God!


I couldn't even begin to count them -
any more than I could count the sand of the sea.
Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!
And please, God, do away with wickedness for good!
 

Do away with wickedness in me!


And you murderers - out of here! -
all the men and women who belittle you, God,
infatuated with cheap god-imitations.
See how I hate those who hate you, GOD,
 

Repent, or else!


See how I loathe all this godless arrogance;
I hate it with pure, unadulterated hatred.
Your enemies are my enemies.
Investigate my life, O God,
find out everything about me;
 

Investigate my life, O God.


Cross examine and test me,
get a clear picture of what I'm about;
See for yourself whether I've done anything wrong -
then guide me on the road to eternal life.
 

The end.


 

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Scripture quotations above taken from THE MESSAGE. Copyright © by Eugene Peterson 1993, 1994, 1995. Used with the very kind permission of the NavPress Publishing Group. See Weblinks

 


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