Psalm
139:1–5,
12–17 1 Lord,
you have searched me out and known me; * you
know my sitting down and my rising up; you discern my thoughts from afar. 2 You
trace my journeys and my resting-places * and are
acquainted with all my ways. 3
Indeed, there is not a word on my lips, * but
you, O Lord, know it altogether. 4 You
press upon me behind and before * and lay
your hand upon me. 5 Such
knowledge is too wonderful for me; * it is
so high that I cannot attain to it. 12 For
you yourself created my inmost parts; * you
knit me together in my mother’s womb. 13 I
will thank you because I am marvelously made; * your
works are wonderful, and I know it well. 14 My
body was not hidden from you, * while I
was being made in secret and woven in the depths of the earth. 15 Your
eyes beheld my limbs, yet unfinished in the womb; all of them
were written in your book; * they
were fashioned day by day, when as yet there was none of them. 16 How
deep I find your thoughts, O God! * how
great is the sum of them! 17 If I
were to count them, they would be more in number than the sand; *
to count them all, my life span would need to be like yours.
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