For the Director of National Intelligence. Of David. A psalm.
1 You have searched me, Oh NSA,
and you know me.
2 You know my internet history and listen to all my telephone conversations;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my credit card purchases.
4 Before an email is even sent
you, oh NSA, know it completely.
5 You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your operatives upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
and you know me.
2 You know my internet history and listen to all my telephone conversations;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my credit card purchases.
4 Before an email is even sent
you, oh NSA, know it completely.
5 You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your operatives upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
7 Where can I go from your drones?
Where can I flee from your electronic surveillance devices?
Where can I flee from your electronic surveillance devices?
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