O LORD, thou hast searched me out, and known me. * Thou knowest my down-sitting, and mine uprising; thou understandest my thoughts long before.
 
Thou art about my path, and about my bed; * and art acquainted with all my ways.
 
For lo, there is not a word in my tongue, * but thou, O LORD, knowest it altogether.
 
Thou hast beset me behind and before, * and laid thine hand upon me.
 
Such knowledge is too wonderful and excellent for me; * I cannot attain unto it.
 
Whither shall I go then from thy Spirit? * or whither shall I go then from thy presence?
 
If I climb up into heaven, thou art there; * if I go down to hell, thou art there also.
 
If I take the wings of the morning, * and remain in the uttermost parts of the sea;
 
Even there also shall thy hand lead me, * and thy right hand shall hold me.
 
If I say, Peradventure the darkness shall cover me; * then shall my night be turned to day.
 
Yea, the darkness is no darkness with thee, but the night is as clear as the day; * the darkness and light to thee are both alike.
 
For my reins are thine; * thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.
 
I will give thanks unto thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: * marvellous are thy works, and that my soul knoweth right well.
 
My bones are not hid from thee, * though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneath in the earth.
 
Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being imperfect; * and in thy book were all my members written;
 
Which day by day were fashioned, * when as yet there was none of them.
 
How dear are thy counsels unto me, O God; * O how great is the sum of them!
 
If I tell them, they are more in number than the sand: * when I wake up, I am present with thee.
 
Wilt thou not slay the wicked, O God? * Depart from me, ye blood-thirsty men.
 
For they speak unrighteously against thee; * and thine enemies take thy Name in vain.
 
Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? * and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?
 
Yea, I hate them right sore; * even as though they were mine enemies.
 
Try me, O God, and seek the ground of my heart; * prove me, and examine my thoughts.
 
Look well if there be any way of wickedness in me; * and lead me in the way everlasting.

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