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Psalm 139
O LORD, you have searched me and known me! *
You know my sitting down and my rising up;
you discern my thoughts from afar.
you discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my resting-places *
and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue, *
behold, O LORD, you know it altogether.
You hem me in, behind and before, *
and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; *
it is high; I cannot attain it.
Where can I go from your Spirit? *
where can I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to the heavens, you are there! *
If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
If I rise on the wings of the morning, *
if I dwell in the uttermost part of the sea,
even there your hand will lead me; *
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me, *
and the light around me turn to night,”
The darkness is not dark to you;
the night is bright as the day, *
the night is bright as the day, *
for darkness and light are both alike to you.
For you formed my inmost being; *
you knit me together in my mother’s womb
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I will praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. *
Wonderful are your works; and that my soul knows very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
while I was being made in secret, *
while I was being made in secret, *
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes have seen my unformed body, *
and in your book were written
all the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
all the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! *
How vast is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. *
When I awake, I am still with you.
Oh, that you would slay the wicked, O God! *
O men of blood, depart from me!
For they speak against you wickedly; *
your enemies take your Name in vain!
Do I not hate those who hate you, O LORD? *
and do I not loathe those who rise up against you?
I hate them with a perfect hatred; *
they have become my enemies.
Search me, O God, and know my heart! *
try me and know my anxious thoughts!
See if there be any grievous way in me, *
and lead me in the way everlasting!