"Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written every one of them, the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there were none of them.
How precious to me are your thoughts, oh God!
How vast the sum of them!"