O Lord, You have searched me and known me You know my sitting down and my rising up You understand my thought afar off You comprehend my path and my lying down And are acquainted with all my ways For there is not a word on my tongue But behold, O Lord, You know it altogether You have hedged me behind and before And laid Your hand upon me Such knowledge is too wonderful for me It is high, I cannot attain it Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend into heaven You are there If I make my bed in hell, behold You are there If I take the wings of the morning And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea Even there Your hand shall lead me And Your right hand shall hold me Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend into heaven You are there If I make my bed in hell, behold You are there You are there