Salmo 139

My God, you know me
You understand my thoughts from afar
You discern my going out and my lying down
You are familiar with all my ways
Even before a word is on my tongue
You, Lord, know it altogether

You hem me in, behind and before
You have laid your hand upon me
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me
Too lofty for me to attain

Where can I go from your Spirit, Lord?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there
If I make my bed in the depths, you are there
If I rise on the wings of the dawn
If I settle on the far side of the sea
Even there your hand will guide me
Your right hand will hold me fast