¹⁷ How precious to me are your thoughts,^[a](A) God!^(B)
    How vast is the sum of them!
¹⁸ Were I to count them,^(C)
    they would outnumber the grains of sand^(D)—
    when I awake,^(E) I am still with you.

¹⁹ If only you, God, would slay the wicked!^(F)
    Away from me,^(G) you who are bloodthirsty!^(H)