I will praise You; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are Your works; and that my soul knows right well. My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. My days, all of them were written in Your book; the days, they were formed when there was not one of them. How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand; when I awake, I am still with You.