you know my sitting down and my rising up;
you discern my thoughts from afar.
and are acquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word on my tongue,
but you, O Lord, know it altogether.
and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
so high that I cannot attain it.
Where can I go then from your spirit?
Or where can I flee from your presence?
if I make the grave my bed, you are there also.
If I take the wings of the morning
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
Even there your hand shall lead me,
your right hand hold me fast.
and the light around me turn to night,’
the night is as clear as the day;
darkness and light to you are both alike
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
marvellous are your works, my soul knows well.
when I was made in secret
and woven in the depths of the earth
Your our eyes beheld my form, as yet unfinished
already in your book were all my members written,
As day by day they were fashioned
when as yet there was none of them.
How great is the sum of them!
If I count them, they are more in number than the sand,
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