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.