16 Your eyes saw me unformed;in your book all are written down;my days were shaped, before one came to be.
17 How precious to me are your designs, O God;how vast the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them, they would outnumber the sands;when I complete them, still you are with me.
19 When you would destroy the wicked, O God,the bloodthirsty depart from me!
20 Your foes who conspire a plot against youare exalted in vain.
21 Do I not hate, Lord, those who hate you?Those who rise against you, do I not loathe?
22 With fierce hatred I hate them,enemies I count as my own.