If I went up to heaven, you would be there; if I lay down in the world of the dead, you would be there.
The world of the dead lies open to God; no covering shields it from his sight.
Not even the world of the dead can keep the Lord from knowing what is there; how then can we hide our thoughts from God?
No one can hide where I cannot see them. Do you not know that I am everywhere in heaven and on earth?
Even though you make your home as high as an eagle's nest, so that it seems to be among the stars, yet I will pull you down.
“In my distress, O Lord, I called to you, and you answered me. From deep in the world of the dead I cried for help, and you heard me.