With the kind You show Yourself kind;
With the blameless You show Yourself blameless;

I can count all my bones.
They look, they stare at me;

All the prosperous of the earth will eat and worship,
All those who go down to the dust will bow before Him,
Even he who cannot keep his soul alive.

There the doers of iniquity have fallen;
They have been thrust down and cannot rise.

Many, O Lord my God, are the wonders which You have done,
And Your thoughts toward us;
There is none to compare with You.
If I would declare and speak of them,
They would be too numerous to count.

Walk about Zion and go around her;
Count her towers;

May their eyes grow dim so that they cannot see,
And make their loins shake continually.

You have held my eyelids open;
I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

The Lord will count when He registers the peoples,
“This one was born there.” Selah.

You have removed my acquaintances far from me;
You have made me an object of loathing to them;
I am shut up and cannot go out.

They have mouths, but they cannot speak;
They have eyes, but they cannot see;

They have ears, but they cannot hear;
They have noses, but they cannot smell;

They have hands, but they cannot feel;
They have feet, but they cannot walk;
They cannot make a sound with their throat.

A Song of Ascents.
Those who trust in the Lord
Are as Mount Zion, which cannot be moved but abides forever.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is too high, I cannot attain to it.

If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand.
When I awake, I am still with You.

“May burning coals fall upon them;
May they be cast into the fire,
Into deep pits from which they cannot rise.

Let our garners be full, furnishing every kind of produce,
And our flocks bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

The Lord is righteous in all His ways
And kind in all His deeds.