Many, O YY my Elohim, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.
They that are delivered from the noise of archers in the places of drawing water, there shall they rehearse the righteous acts of YY , even the righteous acts toward the inhabitants of his villages in Yisrael: then shall the people of YY go down to the gates.