I search the mind and probe the heart

I am the Lord : I search the mind and probe the heart; I give to each one as his deeds deserve.


O Lord, you search me and you know me,

you know my resting and my rising,

you discern my purpose from afar.

You mark when I walk or lie down,

all my ways lie open to you.


Before ever a word is on my tongue

you know it, O Lord, through and through.

Behind and before you besiege me,

your hand ever laid upon me.

Too wonderful for me, this knowledge,

too high, beyond my reach.


O where can I go from your spirit,

or where can I flee from your face?

If I climb the heavens, you are there.

If I lie in the grave, you are there.


If I say: “Let darkness hide me

and the light around me be night,”

even darkness is not dark for you

and the night is as clear as the day.


For it was you who created my being,

knit me together in my mother’s womb.

I thank you for the wonder of my being,

for the wonders of all your creation.


Already you knew my soul,

my body held no secret from you

when I was being fashioned in secret

and molded in the depths of the earth.


Your eyes saw all of my actions,

they were all of them written in your book;

every one of my days was decreed

before one of them came into being.


To me, how mysterious your thoughts,

the sum of them not to be numbered!

If I count them, they are more than the sand;

to finish, I must be eternal, like you.


O search me, God, and know my heart,

O test me and know my thoughts.

See that I follow not the wrong path

and lead me in the path of life eternal.


–Psalm 139: 1-18, 23-24

–Photo: Sunset in Braga, Portugal

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