you knit me together in my mother's
womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and
wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that you full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when, I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in
the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body
all the days ordained for me were
written in your book
before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts,
God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of
sand-
when I am awake, I am still with you.
Psalm 139: 13 - 18
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