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17 God, your thoughts are precious to me.
    They are so many!
18 If I could count them,
    they would be more than all the grains of sand.
When I wake up,
    I am still with you.

19 God, I wish you would kill the wicked!
    Get away from me, you murderers!

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17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a](A) God!(B)
    How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them,(C)
    they would outnumber the grains of sand(D)
    when I awake,(E) I am still with you.

19 If only you, God, would slay the wicked!(F)
    Away from me,(G) you who are bloodthirsty!(H)

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 139:17 Or How amazing are your thoughts concerning me