Psalm 139:1-12

O Lord, you search me and you know me, 

you know my resting and my rising, 
you discern my purpose from afar.
You mark when I walk or lie down, 
all my ways lie open to you.

Before ever a word is on my tongue 
you know it, O Lord, through and through.
Behind and before you besiege me, 
your hand ever laid upon me.
Too wonderful for me, this knowledge, 
too high, beyond my reach.

O where can I go from your spirit, 
or where can I flee from your face?
If I climb the heavens, you are there. 
If I lie in the grave, you are there.

If I take the wings of the dawn 
and dwell at the sea’s furthest end,
even there your hand would lead me, 
your right hand would hold me fast.

If I say: “Let the darkness hide me 
and the light around me be night,”
even darkness is not dark for you 
and the night is as clear as the day.