Hi Vicki,
I love that psalm, but since I am a bit older and more traditional, I love
it in the KJV.  By the way, where did you get that copy of  The Message?
RFB&D has a copy of the New Testament.
Love,
Vinny
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From: "Vicki and The Rors" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Sunday, March 14, 2004 5:52 AM
Subject: Scripture for Pondering


> Psalm 139
> A David psalm
> 1GOD, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand.
> 2I'm an open book to you;
> even from a distance, you know what I'm thinking.
> 3You know when I leave and when I get back;
> I'm never out of your sight.
> 4You know everything I'm going to say
> before I start the first sentence.
> 5I look behind me and you're there,
> then up ahead and you're there, too--
> your reassuring presence, coming and going.
> 6This is too much, too wonderful--
> I can't take it all in!
> 7Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit?
> to be out of your sight?
> 8If I climb to the sky, you're there!
> If I go underground, you're there!
> 9If I flew on morning's wings
> to the far western horizon,
> 10You'd find me in a minute--
> you're already there waiting!
> 11Then I said to myself, "Oh, he even sees me in the dark!
> At night I'm immersed in the light!"
> 12It's a fact: darkness isn't dark to you;
> night and day, darkness and light, they're all the same to you.
> 13Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
> you formed me in my mother's womb.
> 14I thank you, High God--you're breathtaking!
> Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
> I worship in adoration--what a creation!
> 15You know me inside and out,
> you know every bone in my body;
> You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
> how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
> 16Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
> all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
> The days of my life all prepared
> before I'd even lived one day.
> 17Your thoughts--how rare, how beautiful!
> God, I'll never comprehend them!
> 18I couldn't even begin to count them--
> any more than I could count the sand of the sea.
> Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!
> 19And please, God, do away with wickedness for good!
> And you murderers--out of here!-
> 20all the men and women who belittle you, God,
> infatuated with cheap god-imitations.
> 21See how I hate those who hate you, GOD,
> see how I loathe all this godless arrogance;
> 22I hate it with pure, unadulterated hatred.
> Your enemies are my enemies!
> 23Investigate my life, O God,
> find out everything about me;
> Cross-examine and test me,
> get a clear picture of what I'm about;
> 24See for yourself whether I've done anything wrong--
> then guide me on the road to eternal life.
> From The Message
> © 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 2000, 2001, 2002 by
> Eugene H. Peterson
>