b'16 Thine eyes did see me, when I was without form: for in thy book were all things written, which in continuance were fashioned, when there was none of them before.17 How dear therefore are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is ye sum of them!18 If I should count them, they are more than the sand: when I wake, I am still with thee.19 Oh that thou wouldest slay, O God, the wicked and bloody men, to whom I say, Depart ye from me:20 Which speak wickedly of thee, and being thine enemies are lifted up in vain.21 Do not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee? and do not I earnestly contend with those that rise up against thee?22 I hate them with an unfeigned hatred, as they were mine utter enemies.353'