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.
Mitirho ya wena ya hlamarisa, Moya wa mina wa swi tiva swinene ngopfu.[15] Miri wa mina a wu fihliwanga ka wena, Loko ndzi ri karhi ndzi vumbiwa exihundleni, Ndzi lukeleriwa swirho eku enteni ka misava.[16] Mahlo ya wena ma vonile ku vumbiwa ka swona, Kutani masiku ya mina ma tsariwile hinkwawo ebukwini ya wena; Ma hlayiwile ma nga si va kona.