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17 How precious are Your (A)thoughts to me, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
18 If I should count them, they would (B)outnumber the sand.
When (C)I awake, I am still with You.

19 Oh that You would (D)slay the wicked, O God!
(E)O (F)men of bloodshed, depart from me.

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