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LORD, you have searched me, and you know me.

You know my sitting down and my rising up. You perceive my thoughts from afar.

You search out my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways.

For there is not a word on my tongue, but behold, LORD, you know it altogether.

You hem me in behind and before. You laid your hand on me.

This knowledge is beyond me. It’s lofty. I can’t attain it.

Where could I go from your Spirit? Or where could I flee from your presence?

If I ascend up into heaven, you are there. If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, you are there!

If I take the wings of the dawn, and settle in the uttermost parts of the sea,

even there your hand will lead me, and your right hand will hold me.

If I say, “Surely the darkness will overwhelm me. The light around me will be night,”

even the darkness doesn’t hide from you, but the night shines as the day. The darkness is like light to you.

For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother’s womb.

I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.

My frame wasn’t hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.

How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is their sum!

If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.

If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men!

For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.

LORD, don’t I hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?

I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.

Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.

See if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the everlasting way.

لإِمامِ الغِناء. لِداوُد. مزمور. يا رَبِّ قد سَبَرْتَني فَعَرَفْتَني

عَرَفْتَ جُلوسي وقِيَامي. فَطِنتَ مِن بَعيدٍ لِأَفْكاري

قَدَّرتَ حَرَكاتي وسَكَناتي وأَلِفتَ جَميعَ طُرُقي

قَبلَ أَن يَكونَ الكَلامُ على لِساني أَنتَ يا رَبُّ عَرَفتَه كُلَّه

مِن وَراءُ ومِن قُدَّامُ طَوَّقتَني وجَعَلتَ علَيَّ يَدَكَ

عِلمٌ عَجيبٌ فَوقَ طاقَتي أَرفَعُ مِن أن أُدرِكَه

أَينَ أَذهَبُ مِن روحِكَ وأَينَ أَهرُبُ مِن وَجهِكَ؟

إِن صَعِدتُ إِلى السَّماءِ فأَنتَ هُناكَ وإِنِ ٱضَّجَعتُ في مَثْوى الأَمواتِ فأَنتَ حاضِر

إِنِ ٱتَّخَذتُ أَجنِحَةَ الفَجْرِ وسَكَنتُ أَقاصِيَ البَحْرِ

فهُناكَ أَيضًا يَدُكَ تَهْديني ويَمينُكَ تُمسِكُني

وإِن قُلتُ: «لِتُغَطِّني الظُّلمَة وليَكُنِ اللَّيلُ زُنَّارًا حَولي»

حَتَّى الظُّلمَةُ لَيسَت ظُلمَةً عِندَكَ واللَّيلُ يُضيءُ كالنَّهار

أَنتَ الَّذي كَوَّنَ كُليَتَيَّ ونَسَجَني في بَطْنِ أُمِّي

أَحمَدُكَ لِأَنَّكَ أَعجَزتَ فأَدهَشتَ. عَجيبةٌ أَعْمالُكَ. نَفْسي أَنْتَ تَعرِفُها حَقَّ المَعرِفَة

لم تَخْفَ عِظامي علَيْكَ حينَ صُنِعتُ في الخَفاء وطُرِّزتُ في أَسافِلِ الأَرْض

رأَتْني عَيناكَ جَنينًا وفي سِفرِكَ كُتِبَت جَميعُ الأَيَّامِ وصُوِّرَت قَبْلَ أَن توجَد

أَللَّهُمَّ ما أَصعَبَ أَفكارَكَ علَيَّ وما أَكثَرَ مَجْموعَها!

أَعُدُّها فتَزيدُ على الرِّمال وإِذا ٱستَيقَظتُ لا أَزالُ معَكَ

أَللَّهُمَّ لَيتَكَ تَقتُلُ الشِّرِّير! أُبعُدوا عنِّي يا رِجالَ الدِّماء

الَّذينَ بِالمَكْرِ يَذكُرونَكَ ويَستَخِفُّونَ بِأَفكارِكَ

أَلَم أُبغِضْ يا رَبُّ مُبغِضيكَ؟ أَلَم أَمقُتْ مُقاوِميكَ؟

إِنِّي أَبغَضتُهم بُغضًا تامًّا وصاروا لي أَعْداءً

أَللَّهُمَّ ٱسبِرْني وٱعرِفْ قَلْبي إِمتَحِنِّي وٱعرِفْ هُمومي

وٱنظُرْ هل مِن سَبيلِ سوءٍ فِيَّ وٱهْدِني سَبيلَ الأَبَد