Grains Of sand

16 You saw me before I was born.
  Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.
 

17 How precious are your thoughts about me,* O God. They cannot be numbered!
18 I can’t even count them;
  they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
  you are still with me!