Thou searchest me,
O Lord, how wondrously!
Thou provest me within,
And all my senses, too.
Whatever I may do,
Lying down or standing up,
It happens in Thy presence,
Of this I am aware.

O blessed Lord, my light,
Whate'er my tongue doth speak
Is not concealed from Thee;
Before I am aware,
Or ever have considered,
The word has fled already,
And is within Thy power,
Because of Thy great works.

Thy blessed countenance
Is ever turned towards me,
And I don't comprehend
What I do understand
Because I am so openly
Before Thy face exposed.
What I now am, and what I was
And how I do succeed!

Now whither shall I flee,
For I am but Thy dust
My wits and senses melt
Before Thy mighty light;
Thy spirit, it is true,
Makes clear in every part
What long has been concealed
Through Thy most holy law.

If I should now from here
Ascend, Lord, into Heaven
There would Thy countenance
Before me ever be
And when also the soul
Takes its abode in hell
It is through Thy command
And through Thy holy law.

If I, with wings,
Could swiftly fly
To farthest end
Of the great sea,
Yet would my state
Be known to Thee,
And Thy right hand
Would lead me on.

Were I to try to speak
Then must the darkness cover me,
Yet the abundance of the light
Would increase greatly all the time;
Before Thee, is the night
Esteemed as the bright day,
Through the great power of Thy light,
O my Deliverer.

My loins also
Are in Thy power,
Thou art alone my God,
And what comes forth
Into this life
Is granted by the power
Which is, as I perceive,
O Lord from Thee alone.

I thank Thee, Lord,
Who wast o'er me,
That Thou hast brought me forth,
Right wondrously
Have I been made
Who is attentive to Thy works
Sees everywhere made manifest
The splendor of Thy wisdom.

Alas, my frame
Can't be concealed
From Thee, my Lord, Oh no!
As I was shaped
And made from earth
The form and shape
Which I took on
Alone were fixed by Thee.

Already Thou hast known
Of me through Thine own Son,
And I, of it, was ignorant
And also unprepared.
All my allotted days
Are entered in the Book,
The number that shall be
Was known before to Thee.

When I behold
And consider with great care
The wonders of Thy power
And also of Thy works,
My soul sinks down
Into the depths,
So that I'm lost
Before that I'm aware.

In me Thou bringst
Thoughts ever forth,
Far more than I perceive
And more than I can know,
For their number
Is greater far
Than I, down here below,
Am able to explain.

Thy understanding shows in me
How more numerous than the sand
Are all the works of Thine own hand;
Were I to try to count them,
Their number, it is true,
Would be unending everywhere,
Because Thy beam of light
Nothing conceals from me.

I fall asleep,
O Lord, in Thee alone
I can feel confident
When I awake again;
The joyous desire of my heart
Is still with Thee,
Thy presence is to me
The best of all good things.

May death come soon
To godless power
In various shapes of sinners;
That bloodthirstiness,
And savagery,
And other forms of cruelty,
Which come from Satan's kingdom,
Be far removed from me.

When people speak blasphemously
Of Thee before my face
It brings to me great horror.
Thine enemies
Against Thee rise
Without the slightest cause,
And this brings grief
To me and all Thy friends.

I hate them, who,
With so much pains,
Thy realms of mercy here
Envy in much anxiety
And they bear me,
For this, much anger
And they are scarcely able
To endure me here at all.

Examine me
And test how I,
With my whole heart,
Am devoted unto Thee.
See whether I am on
A wicked path,
Remove from me my stubbornness,
And that which is unclean.

Now may Thy Light and righteousness
Depart from me no more,
So that Thy face
May guide me ever
In accordance with Thy counsel,
Which Thy great mercy
To us has granted
For the greater joy of Heaven.