17 How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them!
18 If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.
19 If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men!
20 For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.
21 Yahweh, don't I hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?
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