15 My frame was not hidden from You when I was being formed in secret [and] intricately and curiously wrought [as if embroidered with various colors] in the depths of the earth [a region of darkness and mystery].
16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance, and in Your book all the days [of my life] were written before ever they took shape, when as yet there was none of them.
17 How precious and weighty also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them! [Ps. 40:5.]
18 If I could count them, they would be more in number than the sand. When I awoke, [could I count to the end] I would still be with You.
19 If You would [only] slay the wicked, O God, and the men of blood depart from me–[Isa. 11:4.]
20 Who speak against You wickedly, Your enemies who take Your name in vain! [Jude 15.]
21 Do I not hate them, O Lord, who hate You? And am I not grieved and do I not loathe those who rise up against You?