For it was You who created my inward parts;
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.

For the choir director. A Davidic psalm.Lord, You have searched me and known me.

I will praise You
because I have been remarkably and wonderfully made.
Your works are wonderful,
and I know this very well.

Where can I go to escape Your Spirit?
Where can I flee from Your presence?

Search me, God, and know my heart;
test me and know my concerns.

Your eyes saw me when I was formless;
all my days were written in Your book and planned
before a single one of them began.

You know when I sit down and when I stand up;
You understand my thoughts from far away.

God, how difficult Your thoughts are
for me to comprehend;
how vast their sum is!

My bones were not hidden from You
when I was made in secret,
when I was formed in the depths of the earth.

You observe my travels and my rest;
You are aware of all my ways.

If I go up to heaven, You are there;
if I make my bed in Sheol, You are there.

If I live at the eastern horizon
or settle at the western limits,

This extraordinary knowledge is beyond me.
It is lofty; I am unable to reach it.

If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me,
and the light around me will be night”—

Before a word is on my tongue,
You know all about it, Lord.

You have encircled me;
You have placed Your hand on me.

Lord, don’t I hate those who hate You,
and detest those who rebel against You?

even there Your hand will lead me;
Your right hand will hold on to me.

even the darkness is not dark to You.
The night shines like the day;
darkness and light are alike to You.

God, if only You would kill the wicked—
you bloodthirsty men, stay away from me—

See if there is any offensive way in me;
lead me in the everlasting way.

I hate them with extreme hatred;
I consider them my enemies.

If I counted them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand;
when I wake up, I am still with You.

who invoke You deceitfully.
Your enemies swear by You falsely.