| 1 ¶ To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known me.
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| 2 Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.
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| 3 Thou compassest1 my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.
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| 4 For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether.
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| 5 Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.
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| 6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.
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| 7 ¶ Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
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| 8 If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.
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| 9 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
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| 10 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
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| 11 If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.
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| 12 Yea, the darkness hideth2 not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and3 the light are both alike to thee.
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| 13 For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.
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| 14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right4 well.
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| 15 My substance5 was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
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| 16 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all6 my members were written, which7 in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.
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| 17 ¶ How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
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| 18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.
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| 19 Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.
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| 20 For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain.
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| 21 Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?
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| 22 I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.
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| 23 Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:
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| 24 And see if there be any wicked8 way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
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