Scripture Reading, January 19, 2025
Psalm 139:7-18
7 Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence?
8 If I ascend to heaven, You are there; if I make my bed in Sheol, behold, You are there.
9 If I lift up the wings of the dawn, if I dwell in the remotest part of the sea,
10 Even there Your hand will lead me, and Your right hand will lay hold of me.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will bruise me, and the light around me will be night,”
12 Even the darkness is not too dark for You, and the night is as bright as the day. Darkness and light are alike to You.
13 For You formed my inward parts, You wove me in my mother’s womb.
14 I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you, when I was made in secret, and intricately woven in the depths of the earth;
16 Your eyes have seen my unshaped substance; and in Your book all of them were written, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was not one of them.
17 How precious are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them!
18 If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand. When I awake, I am still with You.
8 If I ascend to heaven, You are there; if I make my bed in Sheol, behold, You are there.
9 If I lift up the wings of the dawn, if I dwell in the remotest part of the sea,
10 Even there Your hand will lead me, and Your right hand will lay hold of me.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will bruise me, and the light around me will be night,”
12 Even the darkness is not too dark for You, and the night is as bright as the day. Darkness and light are alike to You.
13 For You formed my inward parts, You wove me in my mother’s womb.
14 I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you, when I was made in secret, and intricately woven in the depths of the earth;
16 Your eyes have seen my unshaped substance; and in Your book all of them were written, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was not one of them.
17 How precious are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them!
18 If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand. When I awake, I am still with You.