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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