16 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect;and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned,when as yet there was none of them.
17 How precious also 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 bloody men.
20 For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain.
21 Do not I hate them, 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.