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For thou didst form my inward parts, thou didst knit me together in my mother's womb.
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I praise thee, for thou art fearful and wonderful. Wonderful are thy works! Thou knowest me right well;
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my frame was not hidden from thee, when I was being made in secret, intricately wrought in the depths of the earth.
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Thy eyes beheld my unformed substance; in thy book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.
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How precious to me are thy thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!
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If I would count them, they are more than the sand. When I awake, I am still with thee.
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O that thou wouldst slay the wicked, O God, and that men of blood would depart from me,
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men who maliciously defy thee, who lift themselves up against thee for evil!
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Do I not hate them that hate thee, O LORD? And do I not loathe them that rise up against thee?
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I hate them with perfect hatred; I count them my enemies.
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Search me, O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts!