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Psalms 139:18

The Pulpit Commentary on Psalms 139:18

The Pulpit Commentary · Joseph S. Exell and contributors · Public domain

If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand (comp. , "Thy thoughts which are to usward cannot be reckoned up"). When I awake, I am still with thee. I meditate on thee, both sleeping and waking, nor ever find the subject of my thought exhausted.

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