O God, you know my rest and waking
When I lie down and when I rise anew
You search my thought, my inmost inclination
The words I speak, the ways I walk
You know them too
You saw when I was made in secret
My very bones not hidden from your sight
You saw my form; its parts were down in writing
I praise the wonder of your ways
Extol your might
Your knowledge, God, is wondrous, fear-inspiring;
Of this my soul is very well aware
If I should fear that darkness might enfold me
Your spirit, God, would find me, even there
Where could I hide from you, Jehovah
Or be concealed, be hidden from your face?
Not in the heights nor in the depth of Sheol
Not in the dark nor in the sea, there is no place