O Jehovah my God, many are the wonderful works which You have done, and Your thoughts which are toward us; they cannot be recounted to You if I were to declare and speak of them, for they are more than can be numbered.

i1 [To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.] i0 par How long will You forget me, O Jehovah? Forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?

Can you search and find out God? Can you find out the limits of the Almighty?

Their measure is longer than the earth and broader than the sea.

Lo, these are the extremities of His ways; yea, what a whisper of a word has been heard of Him! But the thunder of His might who can understand?

You asked, Who is this who hides counsel without knowledge? So I have proclaimed what I did not understand, things too wonderful for me, which I did not know.

Surely I am more stupid than any man, and do not have the understanding of a man.

Who has gone up into Heaven, or descended? Who has gathered the wind in His fists? Who has bound the waters in a garment? Who has established all the ends of the earth? What is His name, and what is His Son's name? Surely you know.

Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and His ways past finding out!