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Lenten Meditation: Psalm 139:1-8, 12-17

Lord, you have searched me out and known me, *

you know my sitting down and my rising up;

you discern my thoughts from afar.

You trace my journeys and my resting-places*

and are acquainted with all my ways.

Indeed, there is not a word on my lips, *

but you, O Lord, know it altogether.

You press upon me behind and before*

and lay your hand upon me.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; *

It is so high that I cannot attain to it.

For you yourself created my inmost parts; *

you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

I will thank you because I am marvelously made; *

your works are wonderful, and I know it well.

My body was not hidden from you, *

while I was being made in secret

and woven in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes beheld my limbs, yet unfinished in the womb;

all of them were written in your book; *

they were fashioned day by day,

when as yet there was none of them.

How deep I find your thoughts, O God! *

how great is the sum of them!

If I were to count them, they would be more in number than the sand; *

to count them all, my life span would need to be like yours.


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