When I look at your heavens, the creation of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you have set in place—⁴ what is a mortal that you remember him or the Son of Man that you take care of him?
(Psalm 8:3-4 -- GW)

You alone created my inner being.  You knitted me together inside my mother.  ¹⁴ I will give thanks to you because I have been so amazingly and miraculously made.  Your works are miraculous, and my soul is fully aware of this.  ¹⁵ My bones were not hidden from you when I was being made in secret, when I was being skillfully woven in an underground workshop.
(Psalm 139:13-15 -- GW)