Where could I go from your Spirit? Or where could I flee from your presence?
If I ascend up into heaven, you are there. If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, you are there!
If I take the wings of the dawn, And settle in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Even there your hand will lead me, And your right hand will hold me.
If I say, "Surely the darkness will overwhelm me; The light around me will be night;"
Even the darkness doesn't hide from you, But the night shines as the day. The darkness is like light to you.
For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb.
I will give thanks to you, For I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.
My frame wasn't hidden from you, When I was made in secret, Woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, The days that were ordained for me, When as yet there were none of them.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them!