For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am skillfully and wonderfully made;
Your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in my 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 awake, I am still with you.
Search me, God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.
Psalm 139: 13-18, 23-24
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