O Lord, you have searched me
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise,
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying
down;
you are familiar with all my ways
Before a word is on my tongue
you know it completely, O Lord
you hem me in – behind and before;
you have laid your hands upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your
presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are
there; if I make my bed in the depths,
you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn
if I settle on the fair side of the sea
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for the darkness is as light to You.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my
mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully
And wonderfully made;
Your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
When I was made in the secret Place.
When I was woven together in
the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
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