Where can I hide from your spirit? From your presence, where can I flee?
If I ascend to the heavens, you are there; if I lie down in Sheol, your are there too.
If I fly with the wings of dawn and alight beyond the sea, even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely darkness shall hide me, and night shall be my light” –
Darkness is not dark for you, and night shines as the day. Darkness and light are but one.

You formed my inmost being; you knit me in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, so wonderfully you made me; wonderful are your works!
My very self you knew; my bones were not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret, fashioned as in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes foresaw my actions; in your book all are written down;
my days were shaped, before one came to be.

Psalm 139: 7-16