You must count seven weeks; you must begin to count them
He counts the number of the stars; he names all of them.
And I will make your descendants like the dust of the earth, so that if anyone is able to count the dust of the earth, then your descendants also can be counted.
If I tried to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. Even if I finished counting them, I would still have to contend with you.
I can count
Your mind will recall the terror you experienced,
Does he not see my ways and count all my steps?
A club is counted
I absolutely hate them,
What is bent
I will greatly multiply your descendants,” the Lord’s angel added,
If someone blesses
“‘You must count for yourselves seven weeks from the day after the Sabbath, from the day you bring the wave offering sheaf; they must be complete weeks.
Your servant stands
They treat me like