Religion

Psalm 139

by William Barton 1598?–1678

From The Book of Psalms in Metre (1644)

Religion

O Lord thou hast me searcht and known,
My sitting down thou know'st:
My rising up, my thoughts each one,
Thou see'st, when distant most.
Thou compassest my path, my bed,
And all my ways dost note:
There's not a word my tongue hath said,
But thou dost fully know't.
Behinde, before, thou hast beset,
And on me lay'd thy hand:
Such knowledge is too great to get,
Too high to understand.
Where from thy Spirit shall I go,
Or from thy presence fly?
Make I my bed in hell below,
Or climb to heaven high:
Behold, thou art in each of these.
If mornings wings me bear,
To dwell in parts of utmost seas:
Thy hand shall lead me there.
There thy right hand shall hold me fast.
And if I say dark night
Shall cover me with skies ore-cast;
All shall surround with light.
Yea, darkness hides not from thy sight,
But night as day shines clear:
To thee the darkness and the light,
Do both alike appear.
For thou hast powerfully possest
My reins most secret room:
And covered in the secretest,
My mothers narrow womb.
I'l praise thee, that hast made me thus,
Of rare and fearfull frame:
Thy handy-works are marvellous,
Well knows my soul the same.
My substance was not hid from thee,
When secretly compos'd;
Most curiously thou formedst mee,
In earths dark caves inclos'd.
Thine eye saw my rude substance there,
Thy book my members nam'd:
Which in continuance fashioned were,
Whiles yet they were not fram'd.

2. Part.
HOw precious I thy thoughts account,
O God how great's their summe!
The sands in number they surmount,
If they to reckoning come.
And whensoever I awake,
Lord I am still with thee:
And know that thou revenge wilt take,
On them that wicked be.
Surely O God thou wilt them slay,
Therefore say I to them,
Depart from me, depart, I say,
O all yee bloudy men.
For lo thy foes against thee spake
With blasphemous disdain:
Thine enemies are bold to take
Thy sacred Name in vain.
Do not I hate thine enemies,
And that for hating thee?
And them that do against thee rise,
Am not I griev'd to see?
I hate them with a perfect hate,
I count them foes of mine:
Search me O God, and know my state,
My heart and thoughts untwine.
And see if I do go astray
In any course of sin:
Set ope the everlasting way,
And lead me LORD therein.

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A metrical version of Psalm 139.

MLA

Barton, William. “Psalm 139.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/barton_w/138/.

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