¹² In your lifetime have you commanded the morning,
        informed the dawn of its place
¹³     so it would take hold of earth by its edges
        and shake the wicked out of it?
¹⁴ Do you turn it over like clay for a seal,
        so it stands out like a colorful garment?
¹⁵ Light is withheld from the wicked,
    the uplifted arm broken.

⁷ Where could I go to get away from your spirit?
    Where could I go to escape your presence?
⁸ If I went up to heaven, you would be there.
    If I went down to the grave,^[a] you would be there too!
⁹ If I could fly on the wings of dawn,
    stopping to rest only on the far side of the ocean—
¹⁰         even there your hand would guide me;
        even there your strong hand would hold me tight!
¹¹ If I said, “The darkness will definitely hide me;
        the light will become night around me,”
¹²     even then the darkness isn’t too dark for you!
        Nighttime would shine bright as day,
        because darkness is the same as light to you!

¹³ You are the one who created my innermost parts;
    you knit me together while I was still in my mother’s womb.
¹⁴ I give thanks to you that I was marvelously set apart.
    Your works are wonderful—I know that very well.
¹⁵ My bones weren’t hidden from you
    when I was being put together in a secret place,
    when I was being woven together in the deep parts of the earth.
¹⁶ Your eyes saw my embryo,
    and on your scroll every day was written that was being formed for me,^[b]
    before any one of them had yet happened.^[c]
17 God, your plans are incomprehensible to me!
    Their total number is countless!