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

19 If only You would (D)put the wicked to death, God;
(E)Leave me, (F)you men of bloodshed.

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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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