Sometimes, these words are all I have.

O Lord, You have searched me and known me. You know my sitting down and my rising up; you understand my thought afar off. You comprehend my path and my lying down; You are acquainted with all my ways. For there is not a word on my tongue but behold, Lord, You know it altogether. You have hedged my behind and before and laid Your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain it!

Where can I go from Your spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend into Heaven, You are there; if I make my bed in Hell, behold, You are there. If I take the wings of the morning, or dwell in the uttermost of the sea, even there Your hand shall guide me and Your right hand shall hold me. If I say, "Surely the darkness shall fall on me," even the night is light about me; indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You, but the night shines as the day; the darkness and the light are both alike to You.

For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother's womb. I will praise You for I am fearfully and wonderfully made! Marvelous are Your works and that my soul knows altogether. My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in secret; and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed, and in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me; even when as yet there were none of them. How precious also are Your thoughts of me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand; when I awake, I am still with You.

-Psalm 139:1-18