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18 If I could count them,
    they would be more than all the grains of sand.
When I ·wake up [or come to the end],
    I am still with you.

19 God, I wish you would kill the wicked!
    Get away from me, you ·murderers [L people of blood]!
20 They ·say evil things about [make evil plans against] you.
    Your enemies ·use your name thoughtlessly [L lift in vain; Ex. 20:7].

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