Psalms. Chapter 139. TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. YHWH, You have searched me, and know. You have known my sitting down, || And my rising up, || You have attended to my thoughts from afar. You have fanned my path and my lying down, || And have been acquainted with all my ways. For there is not a word in my tongue, || Behold, O YHWH, You have known it all! You have besieged me behind and before, || And You place Your hand on me. Knowledge too wonderful for me, || It has been set on high, || I am not able for it. To where do I go from Your Spirit? And to where do I flee from Your face? If I ascend the heavens—You are there, || And spread out a bed in Sheol, behold, You! I take the wings of morning, || I dwell in the uttermost part of the sea, Also there Your hand leads me, || And Your right hand holds me. And I say, “Surely darkness bruises me,” || Then night is light to me. Also darkness does not hide from You, || And night shines as day, || As is darkness so is light. For You have possessed my reins, || You cover me in my mother’s belly. I confess You, because I have been fearfully distinguished. Your works are wonderful, || And my soul is knowing it well. My substance was not hid from You, || When I was made in secret, || Curiously worked in the lower part of earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance, || And all of them are written on Your scroll, || The days they were formed—And not one among them. And how precious Your thoughts have been to me, || O God, how great has been their sum! I recount them! They are more than the sand, || I have awoken, and I am still with You. Do You slay, O God, the wicked? Then, men of blood, turn aside from me! Who exchange You for wickedness, || Your enemies are lifted up to vanity. Do I not hate, YHWH, those hating You? And grieve myself with Your withstanders? I have hated them with perfect hatred, || They have become enemies to me. Search me, O God, and know my heart, || Try me, and know my thoughts, And see if a grievous way be in me, || And lead me in a perpetual way!