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.

¹⁴ “Because he^[a] loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
    I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.