16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance;

in your book were written, every one of them,

the days that were formed for me,

when as yet there was none of them.

17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!

How vast is the sum of them!

18 If I would count them, they are more than the sand.

I awake, and I am still with you.

19 Oh that you would slay the wicked, O God!

O men of blood, depart from me!

16 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect;

And in thy book all my members were written,

Which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God!

How great is the sum of them!

18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand:

When I awake, I am still with thee.

19 Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God:

Depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.

16 You saw me before I was born.

Every day of my life was recorded in your book.

Every moment was laid out

before a single day had passed.

17 How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.

They cannot be numbered!

18 I can’t even count them;

they outnumber the grains of sand!

And when I wake up,

you are still with me!

19 O God, if only you would destroy the wicked!

Get out of my life, you murderers!

16 Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.

And in Your book they all were written,

The days fashioned for me,

When as yet there were none of them.

17 How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!

How great is the sum of them!

18 If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;

When I awake, I am still with You.

19 Oh, that You would slay the wicked, O God!

Depart from me, therefore, you bloodthirsty men.

16 you saw my body as it was formed.

All the days planned for me

were written in your book

before I was one day old.

17 God, your thoughts are precious to me.

They are so many!

18 If I could count them,

they would be more than all the grains of sand.

When I wake up,

I am still with you.

19 God, I wish you would kill the wicked!

Get away from me, you murderers!

16 Thine eyes did see mine unformed substance;

And in thy book they were all written,

Even the days that were ordained for me,

When as yet there was none of them.

17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God!

How great is the sum of them!

18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand:

When I awake, I am still with thee.

19 Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God:

Depart from me therefore, ye bloodthirsty men.

16 Thine eyes did see my unformed substance, and in thy book all my members were written; during many days were they fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

17 But how precious are thy thoughts unto me, O •God! how great is the sum of them! 18 If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I awake, I am still with thee. 19 Oh that thou wouldest slay the wicked, O †God! And ye men of blood, depart from me.

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! 

18 If I try to count them, 

there would be more of them than there are grains of sand. 

When I wake up, I am still with you. 

19 I wish that you would kill wicked people, O God, 

and that bloodthirsty people would leave me alone. 

16 Your eyes saw me when I was formless;

all my days were written in Your book and planned

before a single one of them began.

17 God, how difficult Your thoughts are

for me to comprehend;

how vast their sum is!

18 If I counted them,

they would outnumber the grains of sand;

when I wake up, I am still with You.

19 God, if only You would kill the wicked—

you bloodthirsty men, stay away from me —

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.

17 How weighty to me are your thoughts, O God!

How vast is the sum of them!

18 I try to count them—they are more than the sand;

I come to the end—I am still with you.

19 O that you would kill the wicked, O God,

and that the bloodthirsty would depart from me—

16 Your eyes saw my embryo,

and in your book they all were written—

days fashioned for me when there was not one of them.

17 And to me, how precious are your thoughts, O God;

how vast is their sum.

18 If I should count them,

they would outnumber the sand.

I awaken, and I am still with you.

19 If only you would kill the wicked, O God—

so get away from me, you bloodthirsty men—

16 your eyes saw my body even before it was formed.

You planned how many days I would live.

You wrote down the number of them in your book

before I had lived through even one of them.

17 God, your thoughts about me are priceless.

No one can possibly add them all up.

18 If I could count them,

they would be more than the grains of sand.

If I were to fall asleep counting and then wake up,

you would still be there with me.

19 God, I wish you would kill the people who are evil!

I wish those murderers would get away from me!

16 Your eyes have seen my unformed substance;

And in Your book were all written

The days that were ordained for me,

When as yet there was not one of them.

17 How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!

How vast is the sum of them!

18 If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand.

When I awake, I am still with You.

19 O that You would slay the wicked, O God;

Depart from me, therefore, men of bloodshed.