O God, Thou--Thou hast known Concerning my overturn, And my desolations from Thee have not been hid.
Thou hast proved my heart, Thou hast inspected by night, Thou hast tried me, Thou findest nothing; My thoughts pass not over my mouth.
Errors! who doth understand? From hidden ones declare me innocent,
Mine enemies rejoice not over me with falsehood, Those hating me without cause wink the eye.
Stunk--become corrupt have my wounds, Because of my folly.
Lord, before Thee is all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.
For Mine eyes are upon all their ways, They have not been hidden from My face, Nor hath their iniquity been concealed from before Mine eyes.