Where can I escape from Your spirit?
Where can I flee from Your presence?
If I climb up to heaven, You are there;
If I make my bed in the underworld, again I find You.
If I take flight to the frontiers of the morning
Or dwell at the limits of the western sea,
Even there Your hand will meet me
And Your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, "Surely darkness will steal over me,
Night will close around me,"
Darkness is no darkness for You
And night is as luminous as day;
To You both dark and light are one.
It was You who fashioned my inner parts,
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I will praise You, for You fill me with awe.
Wonderful are You, and wonderful are Your works.
(Psalms 139)