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To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known me. |
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Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off. |
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Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways. |
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For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether. |
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Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me. |
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Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it. |
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Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? |
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If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. |
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If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; |
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Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. |
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If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me. |
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Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee. |
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For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb. |
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I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. |
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My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. |
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Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them. |
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How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! |
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If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee. |
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Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men. |
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For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain. |
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Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee? |
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I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies. |
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Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts: |
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And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. |