¹³ My flesh was made by you, and my parts joined together in my mother's body.

¹⁴ I will give you praise, for I am strangely and delicately formed; your works are great wonders, and of this my soul is fully conscious.

¹⁵ My frame was not unseen by you when I was made secretly, and strangely formed in the lowest parts of the earth.

¹⁶ Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book all my days were recorded, even those which were purposed before they had come into being.

¹⁷ How dear are your thoughts to me, O God! how great is the number of them!

¹⁸ If I made up their number, it would be more than the grains of sand; when I am awake, I am still with you.

¹⁹ If only you would put the sinners to death, O God; go far from me, you men of blood.

²⁰ For they go against you with evil designs, and your haters make sport of your name.

²¹ Are not your haters hated by me, O Lord? are not those who are lifted up against you a cause of grief to me?

²² My hate for them is complete; my thoughts of them are as if they were making war on me.

²³ O God, let the secrets of my heart be uncovered, and let my wandering thoughts be tested:

²⁴ See if there is any way of sorrow in me, and be my guide in the eternal way.