you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully
made:
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
When I was woven together in the depths of the
earth.
your eyes saw my unformed body:
All the days ordained for me
were writtten in your book
before one of them came to be.
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