Psalms 139:17,18

Em outras traduções

1. NIV New International Version

   17 How precious to me are your thoughts,*139:17 Or How amazing are your thoughts concerning me God!

   How vast 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.

2. ESV English Standard Version

   17 How precious to me are your *Ps. 92:5thoughts, O God!

   How vast is the sum of them!

   18 *Ps. 40:5If I would count them, they are more than *Gen. 22:17the sand.

   I awake, and I am still with you.

3. NLT New Living Translation

   17 How precious are your thoughts about me,*139:17 Or How precious to me are your thoughts. O God.

   They cannot be numbered!

   18 I can’t even count them;

   they outnumber the grains of sand!

   And when I wake up,

   you are still with me!

4. NKJV Nova Versão King James

   17 *Job 10:8, 9; Eccl. 11:5How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!

   How great is the sum of them!

   18 If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;

   When I awake, I am still with You.

5. NASB New American Standard Bible 2020

   17 How precious also are Your thoughts for me, God!

   How vast is the sum of them!

   18 Were I to count them, they would outnumber the sand.

   When I awake, I am still with You.

6. CSB Christian Standard Bible

   17 God, how precious  * 139:17 Or difficult your thoughts are to me;

   how vast their sum is!

   18 If I counted them,

   they would outnumber the grains of sand;  * 139:17–18 Ps 40:5; 92:5

   when I wake up,  * 139:18 Some Hb mss read I come to an end I am still with you.  * 139:18 Ps 3:5

7. MSG The Message

   17-22 Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful!

   God, I’ll never comprehend them!

   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!