Domine, probasti.

O LORD, thou hast searched me | out, and known me.

* Thou knowest my down-sitting, and mine uprising; thou understandest my | thoughts long before.

2 Thou art about my path, and a- | -bout my bed;

* and art ac- | -quainted• with all my ways.

3 For lo, there is not a word | in my tongue,

* but thou, O LORD, | knowest• it altogether.

4 Thou hast beset me behind | and before,

* and | laid thine hand upon me.

5 Such knowledge is too wonderful and | excel•lent for me;

* I cannot at- | -tain unto it.

6 Whither shall I go then | from thy Spirit?

* or whither shall I | go then from thy presence?

7 If I climb up into heaven, | thou art there;

* if I go down to hell, | thou art there also.

8 If I take the wings | of the morning,

* and remain in the uttermost | parts of the sea;

9 Even there also shall | thy hand lead me,

* and | thy right hand shall hold me.

10 If I say, Peradventure the darkness shall | cover me;

* then shall my | night be turned to day.

11 Yea, the darkness is no darkness with thee, but the night is as clear | as the day;

* the darkness and light to | thee are both alike.

12 For my | reins are thine;

* thou hast covered me | in my mother's womb.

13 I will give thanks unto thee, for I am fearfully and wonder- | -fully made:

* marvellous are thy works, and that my | soul •knoweth• right well.

14 My bones are not | hid from thee,

* though I be made secretly, and fashioned be- | -neath in the earth.

15 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet | being• imperfect;

* and in thy book were | all my members written;

16 Which day by | day were fashioned,

* when as yet | there was none of them.

17 How dear are thy counsels unto | me, O God;

* O how great | is the sum of them!

18 If I tell them, they are more in number | than the sand:

* when I wake up, | I am •present• with thee.

19 Wilt thou not slay the | wicked•, O God?

* Depart from me, ye | blood-thirsty men.

20 For they speak unrighteous- | -ly against thee;

* and thine enemies | take thy Name in vain.

21 Do not I hate them, O LORD, that | hate thee?

* and am not I grieved with those that | rise up against thee?

22 Yea, I hate | them right sore;

* even as | though they were mine enemies.

23 Try me, O God, and seek the ground | of my heart;

* prove me, | and ex•amine• my thoughts.

24 Look well if there be any way of | wicked•ness in me;

* and lead me in the | way everlasting.

Glory be to the Father, and | to the Son,

* and | to the Holy Ghost,

As it was in the beginning, is now, and | ever shall be,

* world without | end.  Amen.