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.

1 Til sangmesteren; av David; en salme. Herre, du ransaker mig og kjenner mig.

2 Enten jeg sitter, eller jeg står op, da vet du det; du forstår min tanke langt fra.

3 Min sti og mitt leie gransker du ut, og du kjenner grant alle mine veier.

4 For det er ikke et ord på min tunge - se, Herre, du vet det alt sammen.