and know everything about me.
You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.
and when I rest at home.
You know everything I do.
even before I say it, Lord.
You place your hand of blessing on my head.
too great for me to understand!
I can never get away from your presence!
if I go down to the grave,* you are there.
if I dwell by the farthest oceans,
and your strength will support me.
and the light around me to become night—
To you the night shines as bright as day.
Darkness and light are the same to you.
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
17 How precious are your thoughts about me,* O God.
They cannot be numbered!
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!
Get out of my life, you murderers!
your enemies misuse your name.
Shouldn’t I despise those who oppose you?
for your enemies are my enemies.
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
and lead me along the path of everlasting life.