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									To him that excelleth. A Psalme of David. O Lord, thou hast tried me and knowen me.
								
							 
																								
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									Thou knowest my sitting and my rising: thou vnderstandest my thought afarre off.
								
							 
																								
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									Thou compassest my pathes, and my lying downe, and art accustomed to all my wayes.
								
							 
																								
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									For there is not a word in my tongue, but loe, thou knowest it wholy, O Lord.
								
							 
																								
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									Thou holdest mee straite behinde and before, and layest thine hand vpon me.
								
							 
																								
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									Thy knowledge is too wonderfull for mee: it is so high that I cannot attaine vnto it.
								
							 
																								
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									Whither shall I goe from thy Spirite? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
								
							 
																								
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									If I ascende into heauen, thou art there: if I lye downe in hell, thou art there.
								
							 
																								
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									Let mee take the winges of the morning, and dwell in the vttermost parts of the sea:
								
							 
																								
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									Yet thither shall thine hand leade me, and thy right hand holde me.
								
							 
																								
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									If I say, Yet the darkenes shall hide me, euen the night shalbe light about me.
								
							 
																								
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									Yea, the darkenes hideth not from thee: but the night shineth as the day: the darkenes and light are both alike.
								
							 
																								
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									For thou hast possessed my reines: thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe.
								
							 
																								
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									I will praise thee, for I am fearefully and wonderously made: marueilous are thy workes, and my soule knoweth it well.
								
							 
																								
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									My bones are not hid from thee, though I was made in a secret place, and facioned beneath in the earth.
								
							 
																								
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									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.
								
							 
																								
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									Howe deare therefore are thy thoughtes vnto me, O God! how great is ye summe of them!
								
							 
																								
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									If I should count them, they are moe then the sand: when I wake, I am still with thee.
								
							 
																								
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									Oh that thou wouldest slay, O God, the wicked and bloody men, to whom I say, Depart ye from mee:
								
							 
																								
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									Which speake wickedly of thee, and being thine enemies are lifted vp in vaine.
								
							 
																								
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									Doe not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee? and doe not I earnestly contend with those that rise vp against thee?
								
							 
																								
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									I hate them with an vnfained hatred, as they were mine vtter enemies.
								
							 
																								
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									Try mee, O God, and knowe mine heart: prooue me and know my thoughtes,
								
							 
																								
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									And consider if there be any way of wickednes in me, and leade me in the way for euer.