Works

Wonderful are your works;

my soul knows it very well.

My frame was not hidden from you,

when I was being made in secret,

intricately woven in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw my unformed substance; 

in your book were written, every one of them,

the days that were formed for me,

when as yet there was none of them.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!

How vast is the sum of them!

If I would count them, they are more than the sand.

I awake, and I am still with you.

Psalm 139:14-18

Hiking in Triesenberg, Liechtenstein.