Psalm 139

O Lord, thou hast searched me out and known me  *

thou knowest my down-sitting and mine up-rising, thou understandest my thoughts long before.

Thou art about my path, and about my bed *

and spiest out all my ways.

For lo, there is not a word in my tongue *

but thou, O Lord, knowest it altogether.

Thou hast fashioned me behind and before *

and laid thine hand upon me.

Such knowledge is too wonderful and excellent for me *

I cannot attain unto it.

Whither shall I go then from thy Spirit *

or whither shall I go then from thy presence?

If I climb up into heaven, thou art there *

if I go down to hell, thou art there also.

If I take the wings of the morning *

and remain in the uttermost parts of the sea;

Even there also shall thy hand lead me *

and thy right hand shall hold me.

If I say, Peradventure the darkness shall cover me *

then shall my night be turned to day.

Yea, the darkness is no darkness with thee, but the night is as clear as the day *

the darkness and light to thee are both alike.

Yea, I hate them right sore *

even as though they were mine enemies.

Try me, O God, and seek the ground of my heart *

prove me, and examine my thoughts.