15 My bones were not hidden from youwhen I was being made in secret,when I was being skillfully woven in an underground workshop.
16 Your eyes saw me when I was only a fetus.Every day ⌊of my life⌋ was recorded in your bookbefore one of them had taken place.
17 How precious are your thoughts concerning me, O God!How vast in number they are!
18 If I try to count them,there would be more of them than there are grains of sand.When I wake up, I am still with you.
19 I wish that you would kill wicked people, O God,and that bloodthirsty people would leave me alone.
20 They say wicked things about you.Your enemies misuse your name.
21 Shouldn’t I hate those who hate you, O Lord?Shouldn’t I be disgusted with those who attack you?