Many, O Jehovah my God, are the wonderful works which thou hast done,\par\tab And thy thoughts which are to us-ward;\par\tab They cannot be set in order unto thee;\par\tab If I would declare and speak of them,\par\tab They are more than can be numbered.
Thy dead shall live; my dead bodies shall arise. Awake and sing, ye that dwell in the dust; for thy dew is {\i as} the dew of herbs, and the earth shall cast forth the dead.\par
For innumerable evils have compassed me about;\par\tab Mine iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up;\par\tab They are more than the hairs of my head;\par\tab And my heart hath failed me.