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1Where shall I go from your Spirit? Or where
2shall I flee from your presence?
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3If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
4If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
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If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
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even there your hand shall
5lead me, and your right hand shall hold me.
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If I say,
6"Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night,"
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7even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is bright as the day, for darkness is as light with you.
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For you
8formed my inward parts; you
9knitted me together in my mother's womb.
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I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
10Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.
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11My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in
12the depths of the earth.
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Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your
13book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.