1Jehovah, thou hast searched me, and known me.2*Thou* knowest my down-sitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off;3Thou searchest out my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways;4For there is not yet a word on my tongue, but lo, O Jehovah, thou knowest it altogether.5Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thy hand upon me.6O knowledge too wonderful for me! it is high, I cannot attain unto it.7Whither shall I go from thy Spirit? and whither flee from thy presence?8If I ascend up into the heavens thou art there; or if I make my bed in Sheol, behold, thou art there;9If I take the wings of the dawn and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,10Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.11And if I say, Surely darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night;12Even darkness hideth not from thee, and the night shineth as the day: the darkness is as the light.13For thou hast possessed my reins; thou didst cover me in my mother's womb.14I will praise thee, for I am fearfully, wonderfully made. Marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.15My bones were not hidden from thee when I was made in secret, curiously wrought in the lower parts of the earth.16Thine eyes did see my unformed substance, and in thy book all my members were written; during many days were they fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.17But how precious are thy thoughts unto me, O *God! how great is the sum of them!18If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I awake, I am still with thee.19Oh that thou wouldest slay the wicked, O +God! And ye men of blood, depart from me.20For they speak of thee wickedly, they take thy name in vain, thine enemies.21Do not I hate them, O Jehovah, that hate thee? and do not I loathe them that rise up against thee?22I hate them with perfect hatred; I account them mine enemies.23Search me, O *God, and know my heart; prove me, and know my thoughts;24And see if there be any grievous way in me; and lead me in the way everlasting.
To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.1Free me, O Jehovah, from the evil man; preserve me from the violent man:2Who devise mischiefs in their heart; every day are they banded together for war.3They sharpen their tongues like a serpent; adders' poison is under their lips. Selah.4Keep me, O Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked man, preserve me from the violent man, who devise to overthrow my steps.5The proud have hidden a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the way-side; they have set traps for me. Selah.6I have said unto Jehovah, Thou art my *God: give ear, O Jehovah, to the voice of my supplications.7Jehovah, the Lord, is the strength of my salvation: thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.8Grant not, O Jehovah, the desire of the wicked; further not his device: they would exalt themselves. Selah.9As for the head of those that encompass me, let the mischief of their own lips cover them.10Let burning coals fall on them; let them be cast into the fire; into deep waters, that they rise not up again.11Let not the man of evil tongue be established in the earth: evil shall hunt the man of violence to his ruin.12I know that Jehovah will maintain the cause of the afflicted one, the right of the needy.13Yea, the righteous shall give thanks unto thy name; the upright shall dwell in thy presence.
A Psalm of David.1Jehovah, I have called upon thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I call unto thee.2Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense, the lifting up of my hands as the evening oblation.3Set a watch, O Jehovah, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.4Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise deeds of wickedness with men that are workers of iniquity; and let me not eat of their dainties.5Let the righteous smite me, it is kindness; and let him reprove me, it is an excellent oil which my head shall not refuse: for yet my prayer also is for them in their calamities.6When their judges are thrown down from the rocks, they shall hear my words, for they are sweet.7Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.8For unto thee, Jehovah, Lord, are mine eyes; in thee do I trust: leave not my soul destitute.9Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, and from the traps of the workers of iniquity.10Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that *I* withal pass over.