To the Chief Musician

Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in Thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

How precious also are Thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them!  If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with Thee.

Surely Thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.   For they speak against Thee wickedly, and Thine enemies take Thy name in vain.

Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate Thee? And am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?  I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.

Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:  And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.

Psalm 139:16-24