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15 My bones were not hidden from you
when I was being made in secret,
when I was being skillfully woven in an underground workshop.
16 Your eyes saw me when I was still an unborn child.
Every day ⌞of my life⌟ was recorded in your book
before one of them had taken place.
17 How precious are your thoughts concerning me, O God!
How vast in number they are!

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15 My frame was not hidden from you
    when I was made(A) in the secret place,
    when I was woven together(B) in the depths of the earth.(C)
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained(D) for me were written in your book
    before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a](E) God!(F)
    How vast is the sum of them!

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 139:17 Or How amazing are your thoughts concerning me