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17 (A)O God, how difficult I find your thoughts;[a]
    how many of them there are!
18 If I counted them, they would be more than the grains of sand.
    When I awake, I am still with you.

19 O God, how I wish you would kill the wicked!
    How I wish violent people would leave me alone!

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  1. Psalm 139:17 how difficult I find your thoughts; or how precious are your thoughts to me.

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