For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
1 O Lord, You have searched me and known me.
You understand my thought afar off.
And are acquainted with all my ways.
But behold, O Lord, You know it altogether.
And laid Your hand upon me.
It is high, I cannot attain it.
Or where can I flee from Your presence?
If I make my bed in [c]hell, behold, You are there.
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
And Your right hand shall hold me.
Even the night shall be light about me;
But the night shines as the day;
The darkness and the light are both alike to You.
You [f]covered me in my mother’s womb.
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well.
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
And in Your book they all were written,
The days fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of them.
How great is the sum of them!
When I awake, I am still with You.
Depart from me, therefore, you [i]bloodthirsty men.
[j]Your enemies take Your name in vain.
And do I not loathe those who rise up against You?
I count them my enemies.
Try me, and know my anxieties;
And lead me in the way everlasting.