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To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
1 O Lord, thou hast me search’d and known. 2 Thou know’st my sitting down, and mine uprising: my thought is to thee afar off known. 3 Thou know’st my paths, and lying down, and all my ways know’st well. 4 For lo, each word that’s in my tongue, Lord, thou canst fully tell.
5 Behind thou gird’st me, and before: and lay’st on me thine hand. 6 Such knowledge is too strange, too high, for me to understand. 7 Where shall I from thy presence go? or where from thy face fly? 8 If heav’n I climb, thou there, lo thou, if down in hell I lie.
9 If I take morning’s wings; and dwell where utmost seacoasts be, 10 Ev’n there thy hand shall me conduct: and thy right hand hold me. 11 That verily the darkness shall me cover, if I say: then shall the night about me be like to the lightsome day.
12 Yea, darkness hideth not from thee, but as the day shines night: alike unto thee both these are, the darkness and the light. 13 Because that thou possessed hast my reigns: and cover’d me within my mother’s womb thou hast. 14 My praise shall be of thee,
because that I am fashioned in fearful wondrous wise: and that thy works are marvelous, my soul right well descries. 15 From thee my substance was not hid, when made I was closely: and when within the earth’s lowest parts I was wrought cur’ously.
16 Thine eyes upon my substance yet imperfected, did look, and all the members that I have were written in thy book, what days they should be fashioned: none of them yet were come. 17 How precious are thy thoughts to me, O God? how great’s their sum?
18 If I should count them, in number more than the sands they be: and at what time I do awake, still I abide with thee. 19 Assuredly thou wilt, O God, those that be wicked slay: ye that are bloody men, therefore depart from me away.
20 Because that they against thee do speak wickedly likewise: thy name they do take up in vain who are thine enemies. 21 Thy haters, Lord, do I not hate? and am not I with those offended grievously that do uprising thee oppose?
22 Them I with perfect hatred hate: I count them as my foes. 23 Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, my thoughts disclose: 24 And see if any wicked way in me there be at all: and me conduct within the way that lasts for ever shall.