You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
     and knit me together in my mother's womb.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
     Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
     as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
You saw me before I was born.
     Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
     before a single day had passed.