15 My bones weren’t hidden from youwhen I was being put together in a secret place,when I was being woven together in the deep parts of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my embryo,and on your scroll every day was written that was being formed for me,before any one of them had yet happened.
17 God, your plans are incomprehensible to me!Their total number is countless!
18 If I tried to count them—they outnumber grains of sand!If I came to the very end—I’d still be with you.
19 If only, God, you would kill the wicked!If only murderers would get away from me—
20 the people who talk about you, but only for wicked schemes;the people who are your enemies,who use your name as if it were of no significance.
21 Don’t I hate everyone who hates you?Don’t I despise those who attack you?