Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Oh, To Be Loved

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.

If I say, "Surely the darkness shall fall
on me," Even the night shall be light about me;

For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother's womb.

I will praise You, for I am fearfully [and] wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works, And [that] my soul knows very well.

My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, [And] skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, The days fashioned for me, When [as yet there were] none of them.

How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How great is the sum of them!

[If] I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand; When I awake, I am still with You.

Psalm 139: 2-18