Dina ögon sågo mig, när jag ännu knappast var formad; alla mina dagar blevo uppskrivna i din bok, de voro bestämda, förrän någon av dem hade kommit.
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.