Thy knowledge is too wonderful for me – trusting in the mercy of God

I will confess Thee, for awesomely art Thou wondrous; marvellous are Thy works, and my soul knoweth it right well.

Beloved, in our afflictions we can take great comfort in the words of the Lord, His revelation to men in the sacred scriptures. We read the Psalter and see the heartfelt prayer of David, the Prophet and King. We are moved to compunction by the depth of his words and his trust in the Lord. In the times of our affliction and anxiety let us ponder the psalms and we shall find refuge and consolation.


For the End. David’s. A Psalm of Zacharias in the Dispension.

O Lord, Thou hast proved me and Thou knowest me; Thou knowest my down‑sitting and mine uprising.

Thou hast discerned my thoughts from afar; my path and my lot hast Thou traced out.

And hast foreseen all my ways, for there is no guile in my tongue.

Behold, Lord, Thou knowest all things, the last and the first; Thou hast fashioned me and hast laid Thy hand upon me.

Thy knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is mighty, I cannot attain unto it.

Whither shall I go from Thy Spirit? And from Thy presence whither shall I flee?

If I go up into heaven, Thou art there; if I go down into hades, Thou art present there.

If I take up my wings toward the dawn, and make mine abode in the uttermost parts of the sea.

Even there shall Thy hand guide me, and Thy right hand shall hold me.

And I said: Surely darkness will not be darkness with Thee, and night shall be bright as day; as is the darkness thereof, even so shall the light thereof be.

For Thou hast possessed my reins; O Lord, Thou hast holpen me from my mother’s womb.

I will confess Thee, for awesomely art Thou wondrous; marvellous are Thy works, and my soul knoweth it right well.

My bone is not hid from Thee, which Thou madest in secret; nor my substance in the nethermost parts of the earth.

My being while it was still unformed Thine eyes did see, and in Thy book shall all men be written; day by day they are formed, when as yet there be none of them.

But to me, exceedingly honourable are Thy friends, O Lord; their principalities are made exceedingly strong.

I will count them, and they shall be multiplied more than the sand; I awoke and I am still with Thee.

Surely Thou wilt slay the sinners, O God. Ye men of blood, depart from me.

For Thou wilt say concerning their thoughts that in vain shall they take Thy cities.

As for them that hate Thee, O Lord, have I not hated them? And because of Thine enemies have I not pined away?

With perfect hatred have I hated them; they are reckoned enemies with me.

Prove me, O God, and know my heart: examine me and know my paths.

And see if the way of iniquity be in me, and guide me in the way everlasting.

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