If I climb upward on the rays of the morning sun [or] land on the most distant shore of the sea where the sun sets,
even there your hand would guide me and your right hand would hold on to me.
If I say, "Let the darkness hide me and let the light around me turn into night,"
even the darkness is not too dark for you. Night is as bright as day. Darkness and light are the same [to you].
You alone created my inner being. You knitted me together inside my mother.
I will give thanks to you because I have been so amazingly and miraculously made. Your works are miraculous, and my soul is fully aware of this.
My bones were not hidden from you when I was being made in secret, when I was being skillfully woven in an underground workshop.
Your eyes saw me when I was only a fetus. Every day [of my life] was recorded in your book before one of them had taken place.
How precious are your thoughts concerning me, O God! How vast in number they are!
If I try to count them, there would be more of them than there are grains of sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.
I wish that you would kill wicked people, O God, and that bloodthirsty people would leave me alone.