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.