15. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was created secretly, and intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
16. Your eyes saw my embryo, and in your book they all were written— days fashioned for me when there was not one of them.
17. And to me, how precious are your thoughts, O God; how vast is their sum.
18. If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand. I awaken, and I am still with you.
19. If only you would kill the wicked, O God— so get away from me, you bloodthirsty men—