Only You have the power to search and deliver me from the wicked nature ingrained within me from birth until death do us part. Psalms 139:17-24 comes to mind.
How precious and weighty also are Your thoughts to me, O my Father! How vast is the sum of them! If I could count them, they would be more in number than the sand. When I awoke, could I count to the end I would still be with You.
If You would only slay the wicked within me, O my Father, and the men of blood depart from me—who speak against You wickedly, Your enemies who take Your name or all Your name stands for in vain!