Where can I go to escape your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?
If I climb up to heaven, you are there; if I lie down in Sh'ol, you are there.
If I fly away with the wings of the dawn and land beyond the sea,
even there your hand would lead me, your right hand would hold me fast.
If I say, "Let darkness surround me, let the light around me be night,"
even darkness like this is not too dark for you; rather, night is as clear as day, darkness and light are the same.
For you fashioned my inmost being, you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I thank you because I am awesomely made, wonderfully; your works are wonders -I know this very well.
My bones were not hidden from you when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes could see me as an embryo, but in your book all my days were already written; my days had been shaped before any of them existed.
God, how I prize your thoughts! How many of them there are!