I couldn't even begin to count them - any more than I could count the sand of the sea. Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!
And please, God, do away with wickedness for good! And you murderers - out of here! -
all the men and women who belittle you, God, infatuated with cheap god-imitations.
See how I hate those who hate you, God, see how I loathe all this godless arrogance;
I hate it with pure, unadulterated hatred. Your enemies are my enemies!
Investigate my life, O God, find out everything about me; Cross-examine and test me, get a clear picture of what I'm about;
See for yourself whether I've done anything wrong - then guide me on the road to eternal life.