¹⁸ I try to count them—they are more than the sand;
    I come to the end^[a]—I am still with you.

³ You search out my path and my lying down
    and are acquainted with all my ways.^(A)

⁵ You have multiplied, O Lord my God,
    your wondrous deeds and your thoughts toward us;
    none can compare with you.
Were I to proclaim and tell of them,
    they would be more than can be counted.^(A)

⁶ when I think of you on my bed
    and meditate on you in the watches of the night,^(A)
7 for you have been my help,
    and in the shadow of your wings I sing for joy.^(B)