1 To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. O Lord, you have knowledge of me, searching out all my secrets.2 You have knowledge when I am seated and when I get up, you see my thoughts from far away.3 You keep watch over my steps and my sleep, and have knowledge of all my ways.4 For there is not a word on my tongue which is not clear to you, O Lord.5 I am shut in by you on every side, and you have put your hand on me.6 Such knowledge is a wonder greater than my powers; it is so high that I may not come near it.7 Where may I go from your spirit? how may I go in flight from you?8 If I go up to heaven, you are there: or if I make my bed in the underworld, you are there.9 If I take the wings of the morning, and go to the farthest parts of the sea;10 Even there will I be guided by your hand, and your right hand will keep me.11 If I say, Only let me be covered by the dark, and the light about me be night;12 Even the dark is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day: for dark and light are the same to you.13 My flesh was made by you, and my parts joined together in my mother's body.14 I will give you praise, for I am strangely and delicately formed; your works are great wonders, and of this my soul is fully conscious.15 My frame was not unseen by you when I was made secretly, and strangely formed in the lowest parts of the earth.16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book all my days were recorded, even those which were purposed before they had come into being.17 How dear are your thoughts to me, O God! how great is the number of them!18 If I made up their number, it would be more than the grains of sand; when I am awake, I am still with you.19 If only you would put the sinners to death, O God; go far from me, you men of blood.20 For they go against you with evil designs, and your haters make sport of your name.21 Are not your haters hated by me, O Lord? are not those who are lifted up against you a cause of grief to me?22 My hate for them is complete; my thoughts of them are as if they were making war on me.23 O God, let the secrets of my heart be uncovered, and let my wandering thoughts be tested:24 See if there is any way of sorrow in me, and be my guide in the eternal way.

1 [To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.] Jehovah, thou hast searched me, and known {me}.2 *Thou* knowest my down-sitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off;3 Thou searchest out my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways;4 For there is not yet a word on my tongue, {but} lo, O Jehovah, thou knowest it altogether.5 Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thy hand upon me.6 O knowledge too wonderful for me! it is high, I cannot {attain} unto it.7 Whither shall I go from thy Spirit? and whither flee from thy presence?8 If I ascend up into the heavens thou art there; or if I make my bed in Sheol, behold, thou {art there};9 {If} I take the wings of the dawn {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 And if I say, Surely darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night;12 Even darkness hideth not from thee, and the night shineth as the day: the darkness is as the light.13 For thou hast possessed my reins; thou didst cover me in my mother's womb.14 I will praise thee, for I am fearfully, wonderfully made. Marvellous are thy works; and {that} my soul knoweth right well.15 My bones were not hidden from thee when I was made in secret, curiously wrought in the lower parts of the earth.16 Thine eyes did see my unformed substance, and in thy book all {my members} were written; {during many} days were they fashioned, when {as yet} there was none of them.17 But how precious are thy thoughts unto me, O *God! how great is the sum of them!18 {If} I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I awake, I am still with thee.19 Oh that thou wouldest slay the wicked, O +God! And ye men of blood, depart from me.20 For they speak of thee wickedly, they take {thy name} in vain, thine enemies.21 Do not I hate them, O Jehovah, that hate thee? and do not I loathe them that rise up against thee?22 I hate them with perfect hatred; I account them mine enemies.23 Search me, O *God, and know my heart; prove me, and know my thoughts;24 And see if there be any grievous way in me; and lead me in the way everlasting.