You know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise.
You discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path
you are familiar with all my ways.
Even before a word is formed on my tongue- You know.
You hem me in; Your hand is on me.
[i cannot attain your knowledge. i cannot escape your presence. i cannot flee from your Spirit.]
Dark is not dark to you.
Night is as bright as day.
You formed my inward parts.
You knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
Wonderful are your works!
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret. . . intricately woven
Your eyes saw my unformed substance.
In your book were written
every one of them.
the days that were formed for me.
From Psalm 139.
Speaking to my heart.