¹⁵     My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
    intricately woven in the depths of the earth.^(A)

¹⁶ Your eyes beheld my unformed substance.
In your book were written
    all the days that were formed for me,
    when none of them as yet existed.^[a]

49 Listen to me, O coastlands;
    pay attention, you peoples from far away!
The Lord called me before I was born;
    while I was in my mother’s womb he named me.^(A)