Psalms 139:17

לֹא־נִכְחַד עָצְמִי מִמֶּךָּ אֲשֶׁר־עֻשֵּׂיתִי בַסֵּתֶר רֻקַּמְתִּי בְּֽתַחְתִּיּוֹת אָֽרֶץ

My frame was not hidden from Thee, When I was made in secret, And curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

גָּלְמִי רָאוּ עֵינֶיךָ וְעַֽל־סִפְרְךָ כֻּלָּם יִכָּתֵבוּ יָמִים יֻצָּרוּ ולא אֶחָד בָּהֶֽם

Thine eyes did see mine unformed substance, And in Thy book they were all written— Even the days that were fashioned, When as yet there was none of them.

אֶסְפְּרֵם מֵחוֹל יִרְבּוּן הֱקִיצֹתִי וְעוֹדִי עִמָּֽךְ

If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand; Were I to come to the end of them, I would still be with Thee.

אִם־תִּקְטֹל אֱלוֹהַּ רָשָׁע וְאַנְשֵׁי דָמִים סוּרוּ מֶֽנִּי

If Thou but wouldest slay the wicked, O God— Depart from me therefore, ye men of blood;