15. My frame was not hid from you, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16. Your eyes did see my substance, being yet unformed; and in your book they were all written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them.
17. How precious also are your 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 you.