For, thou, didst possess thyself of my reins, thou didst weave me together in the womb of my mother.

O Yahweh! thou hast searched me, and observed:

I thank thee, in that fearfully was my being distinguished, Wonderful are thy works, and, mine own soul, is observing them intently!

Whither can I go from thy spirit? or whither, from thy face, can I flee?

Search me, O GOD, and observe my heart, Try me, and observe my cares;

Mine unfinished substance, thine eyes beheld, and, in thy book, all the parts thereof were written, - the days they should be fashioned! while yet there was not one among them.

Thou, hast observed my downsitting and mine uprising, Thou hast given heed to my desire, from afar:

To me, then, how precious have thy desires become, O GOD! How numerous, the heads of them!

My substance was not hid from thee, - when I was made in secret, when I was skilfully figured in the lower parts of the earth.

My path and my couch, hast thou examined, and, all my ways, thou well knowest.

If I ascend the heavens, there, thou art! If I spread out hades as my couch, behold thee!

If I mount the wings of the dawn, settle down in the region beyond the sea,

Knowledge, too wonderful, for me! high, I cannot attain to it!

If I say, Surely, darkness, shall cover me! then, night, is light about me.

Surely there hath not been a word on my tongue, but behold! O Yahweh, thou hast observed it on every side.

Behind and before, hast thou shut me in, and hast laid upon me thy hand: -

Do I not hate, them who hate thee, O Yahweh? And loathe, them who rise up against thee?

Even there, thy hand shall lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.

Even darkness, will not conceal from thee, - but, night, like day, will shine, So is the darkness, as the light!

Wilt thou not, O GOD, slay the lawless one? Therefore, ye men of bloodshed, depart from me!

And see if there be any idol-way in me, and lead me in a way age-abiding.

With completeness of hatred, I hate them, As enemies, have they become to me.

I would recount them! Beyond the sands, they multiply, I rouse myself - and am still with thee.

For they speak of thee wickedly, Thy foes lift up their hand unto falsehood.