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!
¹⁸ Were I to count them,^(G)
    they would outnumber the grains of sand^(H)—
    when I awake,^(I) I am still with you.