Salmo 139

The LORD knows me through and through

¹For the music director. Of David. A psalm. LORD, you have looked deep into me, and you know me. ²Whether I sit down or get up, you know it; even from far away you grasp what I am thinking. ³When I travel and when I lie down, you sift through it all; every path I take is well known to you. ⁴No word is yet on my tongue, and already, LORD, you know the whole of it. ⁵You close me in from behind and from in front; you have placed your hand on me. ⁶Knowledge like this is beyond me, too wonderful; it towers so high that I cannot reach it. ⁷Where could I go to get away from your Spirit? Where could I run to escape your presence? ⁸Should I climb up to the heavens, you are there; should I lie down in Sheol, there you are as well. ⁹If I take flight on the wings of the dawn and go to live beyond the farthest sea, ¹⁰there too your hand would be leading me, and your right hand would take hold of me. ¹¹If I tell myself that the darkness will surely overwhelm me and the light around me will turn to night,^{a 12}even the darkness hides nothing from you; night shines as bright as day, and dark and light are the same to you. ¹³It was you who made the deepest parts of me; you wove my body together while I was still in my mother’s womb. ¹⁴I give you thanks, for the way I was made is awe-inspiring and marvelous. What you make is wonderful, and deep within I know it well.^{b 15}Not one of my bones was hidden from you as I was being formed out of sight, worked like fine embroidery deep within the earth. ¹⁶Your eyes saw me while I was still unshaped; in your book they were all written down, the days that were shaped for me, each one of them set in place.^{c 17}God, how I treasure your thoughts! How immense their number is! ¹⁸Should I try to count them, they would outnumber the sand. I wake up, and I am with you still. ¹⁹God, if only you would put the wicked to death! Murderers, get away from me, ²⁰those who name you as they plot their wickedness; your enemies speak your name in falsehood.^{de 21}LORD, how could I not hate those who hate you, or feel disgust for those who rise up against you? ²²My hatred for them is total; they have become my own enemies. ²³God, look deep into me and know my heart; put me to the test and know my restless thoughts. ²⁴Look and see whether I am on a path that brings harm, and guide me along the road that never ends.^f