1
the
chief
Musician,
A
Psalm
of
David.
O
LORD,
thou
hast
searched
me,
and
known
[me].
2
Thou
knowest
my
downsitting
and
mine
uprising,
thou
understandest
my
thought
afar
off.
3
Thou
compassest
my
path
and
my
lying
down,
and
art
acquainted
[with]
all
my
ways.
4
For
[there
is]
not
a
word
in
my
tongue,
[but],
lo,
O
LORD,
thou
knowest
it
altogether.
5
Thou
hast
beset
me
behind
and
before,
and
laid
thine
hand
upon
6
[Such]
knowledge
[is]
too
wonderful
for
me;
it
is
high,
I
cannot
[attain]
unto
7
Whither
shall
I
go
from
thy
spirit?
or
whither
shall
I
flee
from
thy
presence?
8
If
I
ascend
up
into
heaven,
thou
[art]
there:
if
I
make
my
bed
in
hell,
behold,
thou
[art
there].
9
[If]
I
take
the
wings
of
the
morning,
[and]
dwell
in
the
uttermost
parts
of
the
sea;
10
Even
there
shall
thy
hand
lead
me,
and
thy
right
hand
shall
hold
11
If
I
say,
Surely
the
darkness
shall
cover
me;
even
the
night
shall
be
light
about
12
Yea,
the
darkness
hideth
not
from
thee;
but
the
night
shineth
as
the
day:
the
darkness
and
the
light
[are]
both
alike
[to
thee].
13
For
thou
hast
possessed
my
reins:
thou
hast
covered
me
in
my
mother’s
womb.
14
I
will
praise
thee;
for
I
am
fearfully
[and]
wonderfully
made:
marvellous
[are]
thy
works;
and
[that]
my
soul
knoweth
right
well.
15
My
substance
was
not
hid
from
thee,
when
I
was
made
in
secret,
[and]
curiously
wrought
in
the
lowest
parts
of
the
earth.
16
Thine
eyes
did
see
my
substance,
yet
being
unperfect;
and
in
thy
book
all
[my
members]
were
written,
[which]
in
continuance
were
fashioned,
when
[as
yet
there
was]
none
of
them.
17
How
precious
also
are
thy
thoughts
unto
me,
O
God!
how
great
is
the
sum
of
them!
18
[If]
I
should
count
them,
they
are
more
in
number
than
the
sand:
when
I
awake,
I
am
still
with
thee.
19
Surely
thou
wilt
slay
the
wicked,
O
God:
depart
from
me
therefore,
ye
bloody
men.
20
For
they
speak
against
thee
wickedly,
[and]
thine
enemies
take
[thy
name]
in
vain.
21
Do
not
I
hate
them,
O
LORD,
that
hate
thee?
and
am
not
I
grieved
with
those
that
rise
up
against
thee?
22
I
hate
them
with
perfect
hatred:
I
count
them
mine
enemies.
23
Search
me,
O
God,
and
know
my
heart:
try
me,
and
know
my
thoughts:
24
And
see
if
[there
be
any]
wicked
way
in
me,
and
lead
me
in
the
way
everlasting.