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.
19. Surely you will slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, you bloody men.
20. For they speak against you wickedly, and your enemies take your name in vain.
21. Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate you? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against you?
22. I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them my enemies.
23. Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts: