O God, you know my rest and waking,
When I lie down and when I rise anew.
You search my thought, my inmost inclination,
The words I speak, the ways I walk,
you know them too.
You saw when I was made in secret,
My very bones not hidden from your sight.
You saw my form; its parts were down in writing.
I praise the wonder of your ways,
extol your might.
(Ps. 66:3; 94:19;139; Jer. 17:10.)