and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
17 How precious are your thoughts about me,* O God.
They cannot be numbered!
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!
139:17 Or How precious to me are your thoughts.