Henüz döl yatağındayken gözlerin gördü beni;
Bana ayrılan günlerin hiçbiri gelmeden,
Hepsi senin kitabına yazılmıştı.
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.