14. I will confess and praise You for You are fearful and wonderful and for the awful wonder of my birth! Wonderful are Your works, and that my inner self knows right well.
15. My frame was not hidden from You when I was being formed in secret [and] intricately and curiously wrought [as if embroidered with various colors] in the depths of the earth [a region of darkness and mystery].
16. Your eyes saw my unformed substance, and in Your book all the days [of my life] were written before ever they took shape, when as yet there was none of them.
17. How precious and weighty also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them! [Ps. 40:5.]
18. If I could count them, they would be more in number than the sand. When I awoke, [could I count to the end] I would still be with You.