Art Reveiw: Psalm 139:1-18

Gerrit Van Honthorst's King David Playing the Harp

The following is Psalm 139: 1-18 from the Bible. I like these verses because of the examination of God's character and His relationship with us within them. The Psalms are a collection of songs written by David, who was king of Israel at the time. They were like his journal. He puts a lot of his feelings and troubles in them. Plus he played the harp. And knew how to use a slingshot. Cool guy.

 Psalm 139

New Living Translation (NLT)

For the choir director: A psalm of David.

 ¹ O Lord, you have examined my heart

      and know everything about me.

 ² You know when I sit down or stand up.

      You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.

 ³ You see me when I travel

      and when I rest at home.

      You know everything I do.

 ⁴ You know what I am going to say

      even before I say it, Lord.

 ⁵ You go before me and follow me.

      You place your hand of blessing on my head.

 ⁶ Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,

      too great for me to understand!

 ⁷ I can never escape from your Spirit!

      I can never get away from your presence!

 ⁸ If I go up to heaven, you are there;

      if I go down to the grave,^[a] you are there.

 ⁹ If I ride the wings of the morning,

      if I dwell by the farthest oceans,

 ¹⁰ even there your hand will guide me,

      and your strength will support me.

 ¹¹ I could ask the darkness to hide me

      and the light around me to become night—

    ¹² but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.

   To you the night shines as bright as day.

      Darkness and light are the same to you.

 ¹³ You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body

      and knit me together in my mother’s womb.

 ¹⁴ Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!

      Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.

 ¹⁵ You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,

      as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.

 ¹⁶ You saw me before I was born.

      Every day of my life was recorded in your book.

   Every moment was laid out

      before a single day had passed.

 ¹⁷ How precious are your thoughts about me,^[b] O God.

      They cannot be numbered!

 ¹⁸ I can’t even count them;

      they outnumber the grains of sand!

   And when I wake up,

      you are still with me!

M.S Mark