2 Thou know'st my sitting down,And rising up; yea, all my thoughtsafar to thee are known.
3 My footsteps, and my lying down,thou compassest always;Thou also most entirely artacquaint with all my ways.
4 For in my tongue, before I speak,not any word can be,But altogether, lo, O Lord,it is well known to thee.
5 Behind, before, thou hast beset,and laid on me thine hand.
6 Such knowledge is too strange for me,too high to understand.
7 From thy Sp'rit whither shall I go?or from thy presence fly?
8 Ascend I heav'n, lo, thou art there;there, if in hell I lie.