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Lord, you've searched me; your knowledge of me is complete;
You know my ways, my thoughts, e'en my words 'fore I speak.
You surround me behind and before, your hand's nigh,
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too high.
Where can I hide from thy spirit, thy presence flee?
Not heav'n, not hell, darkness, nor the remotest sea.
I'll give praise, for by you I am wonderfully made;
E'en in my mother's womb your eyes my all surveyed.
Your thoughts of me number more than countless sand-grain.
Surely you'll slay sinners who take your Name in vain.
Search me, O God; know my heart and thoughts. I'm asking:
See if there's sin, lead in the way everlasting.
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