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18 If I could count them,
    they would be more than all the grains of sand.
When I wake up,
    I am still with you.

19 God, I wish you would kill the wicked!
    Get away from me, you murderers!
20 These men say evil things about you.
    Your enemies use your name thoughtlessly.

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18 Were I to count them,(A)
    they would outnumber the grains of sand(B)
    when I awake,(C) I am still with you.

19 If only you, God, would slay the wicked!(D)
    Away from me,(E) you who are bloodthirsty!(F)
20 They speak of you with evil intent;
    your adversaries(G) misuse your name.(H)

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