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.