who does great things past finding out, yea, marvelous things without number.

O that thou would hide me in Sheol, that thou would keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou would appoint for me a set time, and remember me!

My days are past. my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

He breaks in pieces mighty men [in ways] past finding out, and sets others in their stead.

And she forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may trample them.