15. My frame was not hidden from you,when I was being made in secret,intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
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?