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17 How weighty to me are your thoughts, O God!
    How vast is the sum of them!(A)
18 I try to count them—they are more than the sand;
    I come to the end[a]—I am still with you.

19 O that you would kill the wicked, O God,
    and that the bloodthirsty would depart from me—(B)

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  1. 139.18 Or I awake