¹³ For you formed my inmost being.
    You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
¹⁴ I will give thanks to you,
    for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Your works are wonderful.
    My soul knows that very well.
¹⁵ My frame wasn’t hidden from you,
    when I was made in secret,
    woven together in the depths of the earth.
¹⁶ Your eyes saw my body.
    In your book they were all written,
    the days that were ordained for me,
    when as yet there were none of them.
¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
    How vast is their sum!
¹⁸ If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand.
    When I wake up, I am still with you.