13 For You have possessed my reins, || You cover me in my mother’s belly. 14 I confess You, because I have been fearfully distinguished. Your works [are] wonderful, || And my soul is knowing [it] well. 15 My substance was not hid from You, || When I was made in secret, || Curiously worked in the lower part of earth. 16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance, || And all of them are written on Your scroll, || The days they were formed—And not one among them. 17 And how precious Your thoughts have been to me, || O God, how great has been their sum!