8If I ascend up into heaven, Thou art there; if I make my bed in the nether-world, behold, Thou art there.
9If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
10Even there would Thy hand lead me, and Thy right hand would hold me.
11And if I say: 'Surely the darkness shall envelop me, and the light about me shall be night';
12Even the darkness is not too dark for Thee, but the night shineth as the day; the darkness is even as the light.
13For Thou hast made my reins; Thou hast knit me together in my mother's womb.
14I will give thanks unto Thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are Thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
15My frame was not hidden from Thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16Thine eyes did see mine unformed substance, and in Thy book they were all written — even the days that were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.