15My frame was not hidden from thee, When I was made in secret. When I was curiously wrought in the lower parts of the earth.
16Thine eyes did see my substance, while yet unformed, And in thy book was every thing written; My days were appointed before one of them existed.
17How precious to me are thy thoughts, O God! How great is the sum of them!
18If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand: When I awake, I am still with thee!
19O that thou wouldst slay the wicked, O God! Ye men of blood, depart from me!
20For they speak against thee wickedly; Thine enemies utter thy name for falsehood.
21Do I not hate them that hate thee, O LORD? Do I not abhor them that rise up against thee?
22Yea, I hate them with perfect hatred; I count them mine enemies.