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.

For my reins are thine *

thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.

I will give thanks unto thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made *

marvellous are thy works, and that my soul knoweth right well.

My bones are not hid from thee *

though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneath in the earth.

Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect *

and in thy book were all my members written;

Which day by day were fashioned *

when as yet there was none of them.

How dear are thy counsels unto me, O God *

O how great is the sum of them!