1. O God, you know my rest and waking,

When I lie down and when I rise anew.

You search my thoughts, 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 love the wonder of your ways

and praise your might.

Your knowledge, God, is wondrous, awe-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 Grave nor in the highest heaven,

Not in the dark nor in the sea;

there is no place.