Psalm 139
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
Thou understandest my thought afar off.
And art acquainted with all my ways.
But, lo, O Jehovah, thou knowest it altogether.
And laid thy hand upon me.
It is high, I cannot attain unto it.
Or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, thou art there.
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
And thy right hand shall hold me.
And the light about me shall be night;
But the night shineth as the day:
The darkness and the light are both alike to thee.
Thou didst cover me in my mother’s womb.
Wonderful are thy works;
And that my soul knoweth right well.
When I was made in secret,
And curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
And in thy book they were all written,
Even the days that were ordained for me,
When as yet there was none of them.
How great is the sum of them!
When I awake, I am still with thee.
Depart from me therefore, ye bloodthirsty men.
And thine enemies take thy name in vain.
And am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?
They are become mine enemies.
Try me, and know my thoughts;
And lead me in the way everlasting.