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17 And to me, how precious[a] are your thoughts, O God;
how vast is their sum.
18 If I should count them,
they would outnumber the sand.
I awaken, and I am still with you.
19 If only you would kill the wicked, O God—
so get away from me, you bloodthirsty men[b]

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 139:17 Or “difficult”
  2. Psalm 139:19 Literally “men of bloods”

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