1Lord, you have searched me out and known me; *you know my sitting down and my rising up;
you discern my thoughts from afar.
2You trace my journeys and my resting-places *and are acquainted with all my ways.
3Indeed, there is not a word on my lips, *but you, O Lord, know it altogether.
4You press upon me behind and before *and lay your hand upon me.
5Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; *it is so high that I cannot attain to it.
12For you yourself created my inmost parts; *you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
13I will thank you because I am marvelously made; *your works are wonderful, and I know it well.
14My body was not hidden from you, *while I was being made in secret
and woven in the depths of the earth.
15Your 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.
16How deep I find your thoughts, O God! *how great is the sum of them!
17If 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.