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 I will thank you because I am marvelously made; * your works are wonderful, and I know it well.

My body was not hidden from you, * while I was being made in secret and woven in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes beheld my limbs, yet unfinished in the womb; all of them were written in your book; * they were fashioned day by day, when as yet there was none of them.

How deep I find your thoughts, O God! * how great is the sum of them!

If I were to count them, they would be more in number than the sand; * to count them all, my life span would need to be like yours.

Oh, that you would slay the wicked, O God! * You that thirst for blood, depart from me.

They speak despitefully against you; * your enemies take your Name in vain.

Do I not hate those, O, who hate you? * and do I not loathe those who rise up against you?

I hate them with a perfect hatred; * they have become my own enemies.

Search me out, O God, and know my heart; * try me and know my restless thoughts.

Look well whether there be any wickedness in me * and lead me in the way that is everlasting.