You created every part of me;

I praise you because you are to be feared;

all you do is strange and wonderful.

I know it with all my heart.

When my bones were being formed,

when I was growing there in secret;

you knew that I was there - you saw me before I was born.

The days allotted to me had all been recorded in your book,

before any of them ever began.

O God, how difficult I find your thoughts;

how many of them there are!

If I counted them,

they would be more than the grains of sand.

When I awake, I am still with you.