Hairs

For evils without number surround me; my sins have overtaken me, so that I cannot see. They are more than the hairs of my head, and my heart has failed within me.

Those who hate me without cause outnumber the hairs of my head; many are those who would destroy me—my enemies for no reason. Though I did not steal, I must repay.

And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.

And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So do not be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.