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Psalm 139

LORD, you have searched me out and known me;
     you know my sitting down and my rising up;
     you discern my thoughts from afar.
You trace my journeys and my resting-places
     and are acquainted with all my ways.
Indeed, there is not a word on my lips,
     but you, O LORD, know it altogether.
You press upon me behind and before
     and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
     it is so high that I cannot attain to it.
Where can I go then from your Spirit?
     where can I flee from your presence?
If I climb up to heaven, you are there;
     if I make the grave my bed, you are there also.
If I take the wings of the morning
     and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
Even there your hand will lead me
     and your right hand hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will cover me,
     and the light around me turn to night,”
Darkness is not dark to you;
     the night is as bright as the day;
     darkness and light to you are both alike.
For you yourself created my inmost parts;
     you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I will thank you because I am marvelously made;
     your works are wonderful, and I know it well.
My body was not hidden from you,
     while I was being made in secret
     and woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes beheld my limbs, yet unfinished in the womb;
     all of them were written in your book;
     they were fashioned day by day,
     when as yet there was none of them.
How deep I find your thoughts, O God!
     how great is the sum of them!
If I were to count them, they would be more in number than the sand;
     to count them all, my life span would need to be like yours.
Oh, that you would slay the wicked, O God!
     You that thirst for blood, depart from me.
They speak despitefully against you;
     your enemies take your Name in vain.
Do I not hate those, O LORD, who hate you?
     and do I not loathe those who rise up against you?
I hate them with a perfect hatred;
     they have become my own enemies.
Search me out, O God, and know my heart;
     try me and know my restless thoughts.
Look well whether there be any wickedness in me
     and lead me in the way that is everlasting.