16 Your eyes saw me when I was unformed, and in Your book were written the days that were formed— when not one of them had come to be.
17 How precious are Your thoughts, O God! How great 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 would slay the wicked, O God! Away from me, you bloody men!
20 For they speak about You with wicked intent. Your enemies reproach You in vain.
21 Do I not hate those who hate You, Adonai? Do I not loathe those who rise against You?
22 I hate them with total hatred— I consider them my enemies.