You God formed my inmost being;
you knit me in my mother's womb.
I praise you, so wonderfully you made me;
wonderful are your works!
My very self you knew;
My bones were not hidden from you,
When I was being made in secret,
fashioned as in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my actions;
in your books all were written down;
my days were shaped, before one came to be.
How precious to me are your designs, O God;
how vast the sums of them! (Ps. 139:13-17)
No comments:
Post a Comment