¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts,^[a](A) God!^(B)
    How vast is the sum of them!
¹⁸ Were I to count them,^(C)
    they would outnumber the grains of sand^(D)—
    when I awake,^(E) I am still with you.

³ When I consider your heavens,^(A)
    the work of your fingers,^(B)
the moon and the stars,^(C)
    which you have set in place,
⁴ what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
    human beings that you care for them?^[a](D)