YLT(i)
7 Whither do I go from Thy Spirit? And whither from Thy face do I flee?
8 If I ascend the heavens—there Thou art, And spread out a couch in Sheol, lo, Thee!
9 I take the wings of morning, I dwell in the uttermost part of the sea,
10 Also there Thy hand doth lead me, And Thy right hand doth hold me.
11 And I say, `Surely darkness bruiseth me, Then night is light to me.
12 Also darkness hideth not from Thee, And night as day shineth, as is darkness so is light.
13 For Thou—Thou hast possessed my reins, Thou dost cover me in my mother's belly.
14 I confess Thee, because that with wonders I have been distinguished. Wonderful are Thy works, And my soul is knowing it well.
15 My substance was not hid from Thee, When I was made in secret, Curiously wrought in the lower part of earth.
16 Mine unformed substance Thine eyes saw, And on Thy book all of them are written, The days they were formed—And not one among them.