Psalm 139:17–19

17 How precious to me are your thoughts, God!

How vast is the sum of them!

18 Were I to count them,

they would outnumber the grains of sand—

when I awake, I am still with you.

19 If only you, God, would slay the wicked!

Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty!

17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God!

How great is the sum of them!

18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand:

When I awake, I am still with thee.

19 Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God:

Depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.

17 How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.

They cannot be numbered!

18 I can’t even count them;

they outnumber the grains of sand!

And when I wake up,

you are still with me!

19 O God, if only you would destroy the wicked!

Get out of my life, you murderers!

17 How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!

How great is the sum of them!

18 If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;

When I awake, I am still with You.

19 Oh, that You would slay the wicked, O God!

Depart from me, therefore, you bloodthirsty men.

17 God, your thoughts are precious to me.

They are so many!

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!

17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God!

How great is the sum of them!

18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand:

When I awake, I am still with thee.

19 Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God:

Depart from me therefore, ye bloodthirsty men.

17 But how precious are thy thoughts unto me, O •God! how great is the sum of them! 18 If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I awake, I am still with thee. 19 Oh that thou wouldest slay the wicked, O †God! And ye men of blood, depart from me.

17 How precious are your thoughts concerning me, O God! 

How vast in number they are! 

18 If I try to count them, 

there would be more of them than there are grains of sand. 

When I wake up, I am still with you. 

19 I wish that you would kill wicked people, O God, 

and that bloodthirsty people would leave me alone. 

17 God, how difficult Your thoughts are

for me to comprehend;

how vast their sum is!

18 If I counted them,

they would outnumber the grains of sand;

when I wake up, I am still with You.

19 God, if only You would kill the wicked—

you bloodthirsty men, stay away from me —

17 How weighty to me are your thoughts, O God!

How vast is the sum of them!

18 I try to count them—they are more than the sand;

I come to the end—I am still with you.

19 O that you would kill the wicked, O God,

and that the bloodthirsty would depart from me—

17 And to me, how precious 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—

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!

17 How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!

How vast is the sum of them!

18 If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand.

When I awake, I am still with You.

19 O that You would slay the wicked, O God;

Depart from me, therefore, men of bloodshed.