17 O God, how difficult I find your thoughts;how many of them there are!
18 If I counted them, they would be more than the grains of sand.When I awake, I am still with you.
19 O God, how I wish you would kill the wicked!How I wish violent people would leave me alone!
20 They say wicked things about you;they speak evil things against your name.
21 O Lord, how I hate those who hate you!How I despise those who rebel against you!
22 I hate them with a total hatred;I regard them as my enemies.
23 Examine me, O God, and know my mind;test me, and discover my thoughts.