1 Al Músico principal: Salmo de David. OH Jehová, tú me has examinado y conocido.

2 Tú has conocido mi sentarme y mi levantarme, Has entendido desde lejos mis pensamientos.

3 Mi senda y mi acostarme has rodeado, Y estás impuesto en todos mis caminos.

4 Pues aun no está la palabra en mi lengua, Y he aquí, oh Jehová, tú la sabes toda.

5 Detrás y delante me guarneciste, Y sobre mí pusiste tu mano.

6 Más maravillosa es la ciencia que mi capacidad; Alta es, no puedo comprenderla.

7 ¿Adónde me iré de tu espíritu? ¿Y adónde huiré de tu presencia?

8 Si subiere á los cielos, allí estás tú: Y si en abismo hiciere mi estrado, he aquí allí tú estás.

9 Si tomare las alas del alba, Y habitare en el extremo de la mar,

10 Aun allí me guiará tu mano, Y me asirá tu diestra.

11 Si dijere: Ciertamente las tinieblas me encubrirán; Aun la noche resplandecerá tocante á mí.

12 Aun las tinieblas no encubren de ti, Y la noche resplandece como el día: Lo mismo te son las tinieblas que la luz.

13 Porque tú poseiste mis riñones; Cubrísteme en el vientre de mi madre.

14 Te alabaré; porque formidables, maravillosas son tus obras: Estoy maravillado, Y mi alma lo conoce mucho.

15 No fué encubierto de ti mi cuerpo, Bien que en oculto fuí formado, Y compaginado en lo más bajo de la tierra.

16 Mi embrión vieron tus ojos, Y en tu libro estaban escritas todas aquellas cosas Que fueron luego formadas, Sin faltar una de ellas.

17 Así que ­cuán preciosos me son, oh Dios, tus pensamientos! ­Cuán multiplicadas son sus cuentas!

18 Si los cuento, multiplícanse más que la arena: Despierto, y aun estoy contigo.

19 De cierto, oh Dios, matarás al impío; Apartaos pues de mí, hombres sanguinarios.

20 Porque blasfemias dicen ellos contra ti: Tus enemigos toman en vano tu nombre

21 ¿No tengo en odio, oh Jehová, á los que te aborrecen, Y me conmuevo contra tus enemigos?

22 Aborrézcolos con perfecto odio; Téngolos por enemigos.

23 Examíname, oh Dios, y conoce mi corazón: Pruébame y reconoce mis pensamientos:

24 Y ve si hay en mí camino de perversidad, Y guíame en el camino eterno.

1 To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. O Lord, you have knowledge of me, searching out all my secrets.

2 You have knowledge when I am seated and when I get up, you see my thoughts from far away.

3 You keep watch over my steps and my sleep, and have knowledge of all my ways.

4 For there is not a word on my tongue which is not clear to you, O Lord.

5 I am shut in by you on every side, and you have put your hand on me.

6 Such knowledge is a wonder greater than my powers; it is so high that I may not come near it.

7 Where may I go from your spirit? how may I go in flight from you?

8 If I go up to heaven, you are there: or if I make my bed in the underworld, you are there.

9 If I take the wings of the morning, and go to the farthest parts of the sea;

10 Even there will I be guided by your hand, and your right hand will keep me.

11 If I say, Only let me be covered by the dark, and the light about me be night;

12 Even the dark is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day: for dark and light are the same to you.

13 My flesh was made by you, and my parts joined together in my mother's body.

14 I will give you praise, for I am strangely and delicately formed; your works are great wonders, and of this my soul is fully conscious.

15 My frame was not unseen by you when I was made secretly, and strangely formed in the lowest parts of the earth.

16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book all my days were recorded, even those which were purposed before they had come into being.

17 How dear are your thoughts to me, O God! how great is the number of them!

18 If I made up their number, it would be more than the grains of sand; when I am awake, I am still with you.

19 If only you would put the sinners to death, O God; go far from me, you men of blood.

20 For they go against you with evil designs, and your haters make sport of your name.

21 Are not your haters hated by me, O Lord? are not those who are lifted up against you a cause of grief to me?

22 My hate for them is complete; my thoughts of them are as if they were making war on me.

23 O God, let the secrets of my heart be uncovered, and let my wandering thoughts be tested:

24 See if there is any way of sorrow in me, and be my guide in the eternal way.