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Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence?
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If I ascend into heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in hell, behold, 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 lead me, And Your right hand shall hold me.
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If I say, "Surely the darkness shall fall on me," Even the night shall be light about me;
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Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You, But the night shines as the day; The darkness and the light are both alike to You.
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For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother's womb.
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I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well.
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My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
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Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, The days fashioned for me, When as yet there were none of them.
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How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How great is the sum of them!