O Lord, you have probed me
and you know me;
you know when I sit and when I stand;
you understand my thoughts from afar.
My journies and my rest you scrutinize,
with all my ways you are familiar.
Even before a word is on my tongue,
behold, O Lord, you know the whole of it.
Behind me and before, you hem me in
and rest your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
If I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
If I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand hold me fast.
If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,"
even darkness is not dark to you;
the night shines like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.