For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.
1 You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me.
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
you are familiar with all my ways.
you, Lord, know it completely.
and you lay your hand upon me.
too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I flee from your presence?
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
your right hand will hold me fast.
and the light become night around me,”
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
How vast is the sum of them!
they would outnumber the grains of sand —
when I awake, I am still with you.
Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty!
your adversaries misuse your name.
and abhor those who are in rebellion against you?
I count them my enemies.
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
and lead me in the way everlasting.