On Psalm 139
You search and know, O Lord, my God;
You know when I sit down.
Though I rise up or go abroad
You see me even now.
My thoughts you know from far away;
My paths you have searched out.
You are acquainted with my ways;
You see and never doubt.
You hem me in, both front and back,
And lay your hand on me.
Such knowledge I do sadly lack,
So high I cannot see.
Where can I go where you are not?
Your Spirit finds me there.
In heaven or where garbage rots
I ne’er escape your stare.
If wings of morning I should take
And fly beyond the sea,
Your hold on me shall never break,
Your right hand ever leads.
If I should tremble in the dark
Or fear for lack of light,
The Spirit who is in my heart
Dispels the gloom of night.
In mother’s womb my inward parts
The Lord has wondrous made.
On you, O Lord, who formed my heart
My worship all is laid.
How precious, God, are all your thoughts;
To me their sum is vast!
I count them up, but all for naught;
I never find the last.
Depart from me, O men of blood
Who speak against my King.
He slays those who live wickedly,
My foes in everything.
Search me, my God, and know my heart!
O probe and try my mind.
If you should see some grievous part,
Your way make me to find.
(From Psalm 139:1-14, 17-20, 23-24)