16. Thine eyes my substance did behold,yet being unperfect;And in the volume of thy bookmy members all were writ;Which after in continuancewere fashion'd ev'ry one,When as they yet all shapeless were,and of them there was none.
17. How precious also are thy thoughts,O gracious God, to me!And in their sum how passing greatand numberless they be!
18. If I should count them, than the sandthey more in number be:What time soever I awake,I ever am with thee.
19. Thou, Lord, wilt sure the wicked slay:hence from me bloody men.
20. Thy foes against thee loudly speak,and take thy name in vain.
21. Do not I hate all those, O Lord,that hatred bear to thee?With those that up against thee risecan I but grieved be?
22. With perfect hatred them I hate,my foes I them do hold.
23. Search me, O God, and know my heart,try me, my thoughts unfold:
24. And see if any wicked waythere be at all in me;And in thine everlasting wayto me a leader be.