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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.

17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a](A) God!(B)
    How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them,(C)
    they would outnumber the grains of sand(D)
    when I awake,(E) I am still with you.

19 If only you, God, would slay the wicked!(F)
    Away from me,(G) you who are bloodthirsty!(H)

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  1. Psalm 139:17 Or How amazing are your thoughts concerning me