I have shattered them, and they cannot rise again; they have fallen under my feet.

I can count all My bones; they look and stare at Me.

There the evil-doers have fallen; they are cast down, and cannot rise.

O Jehovah my God, many things You have done, Your wonderful works and Your thoughts which are toward us; they cannot be set in order to You; I will declare and speak, for they are more than can be numbered.

Walk around Zion, and go all around it; count the towers of it,

A man cannot at all redeem a brother, nor give to God a ransom for him,

You keep my eyes awake; I am troubled and I cannot speak.

Jehovah shall count, in recording the peoples, that this man was born there. Selah.

You have taken my friends away from me; You have made me a hateful thing to them. I am shut up, and I cannot go out.

Therefore I count all Your Commandments concerning all things to be right; I hate every false way.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot go up to it.

If I should count them, they are more than the sand; when I awake, I am still with You.

I hate them with perfect hatred; I count them my enemies.

and our storehouses may be full, furnishing kind to kind; and our flocks may breed thousands and ten thousands outside;