15 hMy frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in ithe depths of the earth.
in your jbook were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
17 How precious to me are your kthoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
I awake, and I am still with you.