17 God, how precious[a] your thoughts are to me;
how vast their sum is!
18 If I counted them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand;(A)
when I wake up,[b] I am still with you.(B)

19 God, if only you would kill the wicked—
you bloodthirsty men, stay away from me(C)

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Footnotes

  1. 139:17 Or difficult
  2. 139:18 Some Hb mss read I come to an end

17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

19 Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.

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