You created the deepest parts of my being. You put me together inside my mother's body.
How you made me is amazing and wonderful. I praise you for that. What you have done is wonderful. I know that very well.
None of my bones was hidden from you when you made me inside my mother's body. That place was as dark as the deepest parts of the earth. When you were putting me together there,
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.
God, your thoughts about me are priceless. No one can possibly add them all up.
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.