¹³ For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb.

¹⁴ I will give thanks to you, For I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.

¹⁵ My frame wasn't hidden from you, When I was made in secret, Woven together in the depths of the earth.

¹⁶ Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, The days that were ordained for me, When as yet there were none of them.

¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them!

¹⁸ If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.

¹⁹ If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men!

²⁰ For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.

²¹ Yahweh, don't I hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?

²² I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.

²³ Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.

²⁴ See if there is any wicked way in me, And lead me in the everlasting way.