Psalm 139
Thea, you search me out and you know me; you know my sitting down and my rising up; you discern the pattern of my thoughts. You trace my journeys and my resting-places and are acquainted with all my ways. Indeed, there is not a word on my lips that you, O Thea, do not know. You journey behind, before, and beside me, and you lay your hand upon me in blessing. Where can I go then from your Ruach? where can I flee from your presence? If I climb to the heavens, you are there; if I make the grave my bed, you are there also. If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, Even there your hand will lead me and your hands hold me fast. If I say, “Surely the darkness will cover me, and the light around me turn to night,” Darkness is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day; darkness and light to you are both alike. For you yourself created my inmost parts; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I will thank you because I am marvelously made; all your works are wonders to behold. My body was not hidden from you, while I was being made in secret and woven in the depths. Your eyes beheld my limbs, yet unfinished in the womb; all of them were already written in your book; they were fashioned day by day, when as yet there was none of them. How deep I find your thoughts, O Thea! how great is the sum of them! If I were to count them, they would be more in number than the sand; to count them all, my life span would need to be like yours. Search me, O Thea, and know my heart; lead me in your wisdom’s way.
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