O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known me
Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising
Thou understandest my thought afar off
Thou compassest my path and my lying down
And art acquainted with all my ways
For there is not a word in my tongue
But, Lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether
Thou hast beset me behind and before
And laid thine hand upon me
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me
It is high, I cannot attain to it