¹⁷ God, your thoughts about me are priceless.
    No one can possibly add them all up.
¹⁸ If I could count them,
    they would be more than the grains of sand.
If I were to fall asleep counting and then wake up,
    you would still be there with me.

¹⁹ God, I wish you would kill the people who are evil!
    I wish those murderers would get away from me!