Psalm 139:17-19

New Century Version

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!