O LORD, you have probed me, you know me:
You know when I sit and when I stand;
You understand my thoughts from afar.
My journeys and my rest you scrutinize,
With all my ways you are familiar.
Truly you have formed my inmost being;
You knit me in my mother's womb.
I give you thanks that I am fearfully, wonderfully made;
Wonderful are your works.
My soul also you knew full well;
Nor was my frame unknown to you
When I was made in secret,
When I was fashioned in the depths of the earth.
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