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1 O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known me.
2 Thou know­est my down­sit­ting and mine up­ris­ing, thou un­der­stand­est my thought afar off.
3 Thou com­pass­est my path and my ly­ing down, and art ac­quaint­ed with all my ways.
4 For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, thou know­est it al­to­geth­er.
5 Thou hast be­set me be­hind and be­fore, and laid thine hand upon me.
6 Such knowl­edge is too won­der­ful for me; it is high, I can­not attain unto it.
7 Whith­er shall I go from thy spir­it? or whith­er shall I flee from thy pres­ence?
8 If I as­cend up into heav­en, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, be­hold, thou art there.
9 If I take the wings of the morn­ing, and dwell in the ut­ter­most parts of the sea;
10 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, Sure­ly the dark­ness shall cov­er me; even the night shall be light about me.
12 Yea, the dark­ness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the dark­ness and the light are both alike ­to thee.
13 For thou hast pos­sessed my reins: thou hast cov­ered me in my mother's womb.
14 I will praise thee; for I am fear­ful­ly and won­der­ful­ly made: mar­vel­lous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
15 My sub­stance was not hid from thee, when I was made in se­cret, and cu­ri­ous­ly wrought in the low­est parts of the earth.
16 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.
17 How pre­cious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
18 If I should count them, they are more in num­ber than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.
19 Sure­ly thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: de­part from me there­fore, ye bloody men.
20 For they speak against thee wicked­ly, and thine en­e­mies take thy name in vain.
21 Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?
22 I hate them with per­fect ha­tred: I count them mine en­e­mies.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:
24 And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way ev­er­last­ing.