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Psalm 139:7-10:

Where could I run from your Spirit?
Where could I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in Death,  you’re already there.
I could fly away with wings made of dawn,
or make my home on the far side of the sea,
but even there your hand will guide me,
your mighty hand holding me fast.