7 Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the
wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I
am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made
in the secret place,
when I was woven together
in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
days ordained for me were written
book before one of them came to be.
precious to me are your thoughts, God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber
the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.