4 I will praise thee, for thou art fearfully magnified: wonderful are thy works, and my soul knoweth right well.
Whither shall I go from thy spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
Where could I go from Your Spirit? Or where could I flee from Your presence?
Whither shall I go from thy Spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
Where could I go to get away from your spirit? Where could I go to escape your presence?
I said to the Lord: You are my God. O Lord, heed the voice of my supplication.
I said to the Lord: Thou art my God: hear, O Lord, the voice of my supplication.
8 Whereas he had filled their houses with good things: whose way of thinking be far from me.
And Jonas prayed to the Lord his God out of the belly of the fish.
1 And they said to him: What shall we do to thee, that the sea may be calm to us? for the sea flowed and swelled.
7 Then the high prist rising up, and all they that were with him, (which is the heresy of the Sadducees,) were filled with envy.