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15     My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
    intricately woven in the depths of the earth.(A)
16 Your eyes beheld my unformed substance.
In your book were written
    all the days that were formed for me,
    when none of them as yet existed.[a]
17 How weighty to me are your thoughts, O God!
    How vast is the sum of them!(B)

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  1. 139.16 Meaning of Heb uncertain