For evils beyond number have surrounded me; My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to see; They are more numerous than the hairs of my head, And my heart has failed me.

So teach us to number our days, That we may present to You a heart of wisdom.

This is the sea, great and broad, There the creeping things are without number, Creatures both small and great.

When they were only a few men in number, Of little account, and sojourners in it.

He spoke, and locusts came, And creeping locusts, without number,

Who counts the number of the stars; He gives names to all of them.