Rotherham(i)
7 Whither can I go from thy spirit? or whither, from thy face, can I flee?
8 If I ascend the heavens, there, thou art! If I spread out hades as my couch, behold thee!
9 If I mount the wings of the dawn, settle down in the region beyond the sea,
10 Even there, thy hand shall lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, Surely, darkness, shall cover me! then, night, is light about me.
12 Even darkness, will not conceal from thee,––but, night, like day, will shine, So is the darkness, as the light!
13 For, thou, didst possess thyself of my reins, thou didst weave me together in the womb of my mother.
14 I thank thee, in that fearfully was my being distinguished, Wonderful are thy works, and, mine own soul, is observing [them] intently!
15 My substance was not hid from thee,––when I was made in secret, when I was skilfully figured in the lower parts of the earth.
16 Mine unfinished substance, thine eyes beheld, and, in thy book, all the parts thereof were written,––the days they should be fashioned! while yet there was not one among them.