17 God, how difficult Your thoughts arefor 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 —
20 who invoke You deceitfully.Your enemies swear by You falsely.
21 Lord, don’t I hate those who hate You,and detest those who rebel against You?
22 I hate them with extreme hatred;I consider them my enemies.
23 Search me, God, and know my heart;test me and know my concerns.