17. How precious to me are your designs, O God;how vast the sum of them!
18. Were I to count them, they would outnumber the sands;when I complete them, still you are with me.
19. When you would destroy the wicked, O God,the bloodthirsty depart from me!
20. Your foes who conspire a plot against youare exalted in vain.
21. Do I not hate, Lord, those who hate you?Those who rise against you, do I not loathe?
22. With fierce hatred I hate them,enemies I count as my own.
23. Probe me, God, know my heart;try me, know my thoughts.