Walk around 1 Zion! Encircle it! Count its towers!
You must count seven weeks; you must begin to count them 1 from the time you begin to harvest the standing grain.
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. 1
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. 1
I can count 1 all my bones; my enemies 2 are gloating over me in triumph. 3
Your mind will recall the terror you experienced, 1 and you will ask yourselves, 2 “Where is the scribe? Where is the one who weighs the money? Where is the one who counts the towers?” 3
Does he not see my ways and count all my steps?
A club is counted 1 as a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance.
I absolutely hate them, 1 they have become my enemies!
What is bent 1 cannot be straightened, 2 and what is missing 3 cannot be supplied. 4
Who 1 can count 2 the dust 3 of Jacob, Or number 4 the fourth part of Israel? Let me 5 die the death of the upright, 6 and let the end of my life 7 be like theirs.” 8
I will greatly multiply your descendants,” the Lord’s angel added, 1 “so that they will be too numerous to count.” 2
If someone blesses 1 his neighbor with a loud voice early in the morning, 2 it will be counted as a curse to him. 3
The Lord 1 took him outside and said, “Gaze into the sky and count the stars – if you are able to count them!” Then he said to him, “So will your descendants be.”
“‘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. 1
Your servant stands 1 among your chosen people; 2 they are a great nation that is too numerous to count or number.
Thus 1 his anger burns against me, and he considers me among his enemies. 2
My guests 1 and my servant girls consider 2 me a stranger; I am a foreigner 3 in their eyes.
They treat me like 1 those who descend into the grave. 2 I am like a helpless man, 3