Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:

And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.

He that trusteth in his own heart is a fool: but whoso walketh wisely, he shall be delivered.

The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?

I the LORD search the heart, I try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings.

For I know nothing by myself; yet am I not hereby justified: but he that judgeth me is the Lord.

For if our heart condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things.

So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.