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15 (A)My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
    intricately woven in (B)the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your (C)book were written, every one of them,
    the days that were formed for me,
    when as yet there was none of them.
17 How precious to me are your (D)thoughts, O God!
    How vast is the sum of them!

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