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;
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.
In your book were written,
Every one of them,
The days that were formed for me,
When as yet there was none of them.
In your book were written,
Every one of them,
The days that were formed for me,
When as yet there was none of them.
In your book were written,
Every one of them,
The days that were formed for me,
When as yet there was none of them.
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;
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.
In your book were written,
Every one of them,
The days that were formed for me,
When as yet there was none of them.