Whither shall I go from Thy Spirit? Or whither shall I flee from Thy presence?
If I ascend up into heaven, Thou art there; if I make my bed in hell, behold, Thou art there.
If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
even there shall Thy hand lead me, and Thy right hand shall hold me.
If I say, "Surely the darkness shall cover me," even the night shall be light about me.
Yea, the darkness hideth not from Thee, but the night shineth as the day; the darkness and the light are both alike to Thee.
For Thou hast possessed my reins. Thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.
I will praise Thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvelous are Thy works, and that my soul knoweth right well.
My substance was not hid from Thee when I was made in secret, and intricately wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being imperfect; and in Thy book all my members were written, which in continuity were fashioned, when as yet there were none of them.
How precious also are Thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them!