O Lord, You have searched me and known me.

You know when I sit down and when I rise up.

You understand my thought from afar.

You scrutinize my path and my lying down and are intimately acquainted with all my ways.

Even before there is a word on my tongue, behold, O Lord, you know it all.

You have enclosed me behind and before and laid your hand upon me.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me.

It is too high.

I cannot attain to it.

Where can I go from your spirit or where can I flee from your presence?

If I ascend to heaven, you are there.

If I make my bed and she'll behold you are there.

If I take the wings of the dawn, if I dwell in the remotest part of the sea, even there,

your hand will lead me and your right hand will ahold of me.

If I say, surely the darkness will overwhelm me and the light around me will be night.

Even the darkness is not dark to you and the night is as bright as the day.

Darkness and light are alike to you.

For you formed my inward parts, you wove me in my mother's womb.

I will give thanks to you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Wonderful are your works and my soul knows it very well.

My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in secret and skillfully wrought in the

depths of the earth.

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