18 I will number them, and they will be more numerous than the sand. I rose up, and I am still with you.
19 O God, if only you would cut down sinners. You men of blood: depart from me.
20 For you say in thought: They will accept your cities in vain.
21 Have I not hated those who hated you, Lord, and wasted away because of your enemies?
22 I have hated them with a perfect hatred, and they have become enemies to me.
23 Examine me, O God, and know my heart. Question me, and know my paths.
24 And see if there might be in me the way of iniquity, and lead me in the way of eternity.