How precious your thoughts about me, o God. They can't figure! I can't count them. They have more than a grain of sand, and when I wake up, you are still with me.
How precious are your thoughts about me, O God, they can not be numbered! I can not count them They have more than a grain of sand And when I wake up You still with me,
How valuable your thoughts about me. Oh, my God, they cannot be a number! I can count them, they are more than a grain of sand. And when I wake up, you'll still be with me!