C înd nu eram decît un plod fără chip, ochii Tăi mă vedeau; şi în cartea Ta erau scrise toate zilele cari-mi erau rînduite, mai înainte de a fi fost vreuna din ele.
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.
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