15 ^aMy¹ frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. ‡

16 Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.
And in Your book they all were written,
The days fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of them.

18 If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;
When I awake, I am still with You.

19 Oh, that You would ^aslay the wicked, O God!
^bDepart from me, therefore, you¹ bloodthirsty men. ‡