^{13 Ref} For thou didst form my inward parts: Thou didst cover me in my mother's womb.

^{14 Ref} I will give thanks unto thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: Wonderful are thy works; And that my soul knoweth right well.

^{15 Ref} My frame was not hidden from thee, When I was made in secret, `And' curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

^{16 Ref} Thine eyes did see mine unformed substance; And in thy book they were all written, `Even' the days that were ordained `for me', When as yet there was none of them.

^{17 Ref} How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them!

^{18 Ref} If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: When I awake, I am still with thee.

^{19 Ref} Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: Depart from me therefore, ye bloodthirsty men.

^{20 Ref} For they speak against thee wickedly, And thine enemies take `thy name' in vain.

^{21 Ref} Do not I hate them, O Jehovah, that hate thee? And am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

^{22 Ref} I hate them with perfect hatred: They are become mine enemies.

^{23 Ref} Search me, O God, and know my heart: Try me, and know my thoughts;

^{24 Ref} And see if there be any wicked way in me, And lead me in the way everlasting. Psalm 140 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.