O Lord, Thou hast searched me, and known me.
Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandeth my thoughts from afar off.
Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether.
Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.
Whither shall I go from Thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: If I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.
If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; Even there shall thy hand lead me, thy right hand shall hold me.
...thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.
I will praise thee for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
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