16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance;in your book were written, every one of them,the days that were formed for me,when as yet there was none of them.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!How vast is the sum of them!
18 If I would count them, they are more than the sand.I awake, and I am still with you.
19 Oh that you would slay the wicked, O God!O men of blood, depart from me!
20 They speak against you with malicious intent;your enemies take your name in vain.
21 Do I not hate those who hate you, O Lord?And do I not loathe those who rise up against you?
22 I hate them with complete hatred;I count them my enemies.