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¹ [To the chiefe Musician, A Psalme of Dauid.] O Lord, thou hast searched mee, and knowen me. ² Thou knowest my downe sitting, and mine vprising: thou vnderstandest my thought afarre off. ³ Thou compassest my path, and my lying downe, and art acquainted with all my wayes. ⁴ For there is not a worde in my tongue: but lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether. ⁵ Thou hast beset me behind, and before: and laid thine hand vpon me. ⁶ Such knowledge is too wonderfull for me: it is high, I cannot attaine vnto it.

⁷ Whither shall I goe from thy spirit? or whither shall I flie from thy presence? ⁸ If I ascend vp into heauen, 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 vttermost parts of the Sea: ¹⁰ Euen there shall thy hand leade me: and thy right hand shall hold me. ¹¹ If I say, Surely the darkenes shall couer me: euen the night shall bee light about me. ¹² Yea the darkenesse hideth not from thee, but the night shineth as the day: the darknes and the light are both alike to thee. ¹³ For thou hast possessed my reines: thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe. ¹⁴ I will praise thee, for I am fearefully and wonderfully made, marueilous are thy works: and that my soule 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 vnperfect, and in thy booke all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned: when as yet there was none of them.

¹⁷ Howe precious also are thy thoughts vnto me, O God: how great is the summe of them? ¹⁸ If I should count them, they are moe in number then 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 speake against thee wickedly: and thine enemies take thy name in vaine. ²¹ Doe not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee? and am not I grieued with those that rise vp against thee? ²² I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies. ²³ Search me, O God, and knowe my heart: trie mee, and knowe my thoughts: ²⁴ And see if there bee any wicked way in me: and leade me in the way euerlasting.