16 Thine eyes did see my substance yet being imperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which were then formed, without lacking one of them.
17 Therefore, how precious are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them!
18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand; when I awake, I am still with thee.
19 Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God; depart from me therefore, ye bloodthirsty men.
20 For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain.
21 Do I not hate all those, O Lord, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?
22 I hate them with perfect hatred; I count them mine enemies.