Who I have in heaven but you? When I consider the heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, who am I that you think of me? Why do you care for me so much?
Yet you dance over me with singing and quiet me with your love. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.
You have set your glory in the heavens. Through the praise of children and infants you have established a stronghold against your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger. Your name is a strong tower, the righteous run into it and are saved. You are my loving God and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge.
You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me.
Where can I go from your Spirit? 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. If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand—more than all the sand on every beach on every ocean and every dune in every desert—and when I awake, I am still with you.
Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth. Worship the Lord with gladness; come before him with joyful songs. Know that the Lord is God. It is he who made us, and we are his are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
I will go out with joy and be led forth in peace. I will give thanks to Him and praise His name. For the Lord is good and His love endures for ever; His faithfulness continues through all generations.
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