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| LORD, you have searched me out and known
me; *
you know my sitting down and my rising up;
you discern my thoughts from afar.
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| You trace my journeys and my resting-places
*
and are acquainted with all my ways.
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| 3
| Indeed, there is not a word on my lips, *
but you, O LORD, know it altogether.
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| You press upon me behind and before *
and lay your hand upon me.
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| Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; *
it is so high that I cannot attain to it.
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| 6
| Where can I go then from your Spirit? *
where can I flee from your presence?
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| 7
| If I climb up to heaven, you are there; *
if I make the grave my bed, you are there also.
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| 8
| If I take the wings of the morning *
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
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| 9
| Even there your hand will lead me *
and your right hand hold me fast.
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| 10
| If I say, "Surely the darkness will
cover me, *
and the light around me turn to night,"
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| 11
| Darkness is not dark to you;
the night is as bright as the day; *
darkness and light to you are both alike.
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| 12
| For you yourself created my inmost parts;
*
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
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| 13
| I will thank you because I am marvelously
made; *
your works are wonderful, and I know it well.
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| 14
| My body was not hidden from you, *
while I was being made in secret
and woven in the depths of the earth.
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| 15
| Your eyes beheld my limbs, yet unfinished
in the womb;
all of them were written in your book; *
they were fashioned day by day,
when as yet there was none of them.
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| 16
| How deep I find your thoughts, O God! *
how great is the sum of them!
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| 17
| If I were to count them, they would be more
in number than the sand; *
to count them all, my life span would need to be like yours.
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| 18
| Oh, that you would slay the wicked, O God!
*
You that thirst for blood, depart from me.
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| 19
| They speak despitefully against you; *
your enemies take your Name in vain.
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| 20
| Do I not hate those, O LORD, who hate you?
*
and do I not loathe those who rise up against you?
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| 21
| I hate them with a perfect hatred; *
they have become my own enemies.
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| Search me out, O God, and know my heart;
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try me and know my restless thoughts.
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| 23
| Look well whether there be any wickedness
in me *
and lead me in the way that is everlasting.
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