Psalms 139

Yahweh, you have searched me,

You know my sitting down and my rising up.

You search out my path and my lying down,

For there is not a word on my tongue,

You hem me in behind and before.

This knowledge is beyond me.

Where could I go from your Spirit?

If I ascend up into heaven, you are there.

If I take the wings of the dawn,

Even there your hand will lead me,

If I say, “Surely the darkness will overwhelm me;

even the darkness doesn’t hide from you,

For you formed my inmost being.

I will give thanks to you,

My frame wasn’t hidden from you,

Your eyes saw my body.

How precious to me are your thoughts, God!

If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand.

If only you, God, would kill the wicked.

For they speak against you wickedly.

Yahweh, don’t I hate those who hate you?

I hate them with perfect hatred.

Search me, God, and know my heart.

See if there is any wicked way in me,