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But the wicked shall perish, and the enemies of the LORD shall be as the fat of lambs: they shall consume; into smoke shall they consume away.

But mine enemies are lively, and they are strong: and they that hate me wrongfully are multiplied.

The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.

Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?

By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.

I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

For the voice of him that reproacheth and blasphemeth; by reason of the enemy and avenger.

Thine arrows are sharp in the heart of the king's enemies; whereby the people fall under thee.

For he hath delivered me out of all trouble: and mine eye hath seen his desire upon mine enemies.

Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me.

For it was not an enemy that reproached me; then I could have borne it: neither was it he that hated me that did magnify himself against me; then I would have hid myself from him:

When I cry unto thee, then shall mine enemies turn back: this I know; for God is for me.

To the chief Musician, Altaschith, Michtam of David; when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him. Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God: defend me from them that rise up against me.

For thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy.

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

Say unto God, How terrible art thou in thy works! through the greatness of thy power shall thine enemies submit themselves unto thee.

To the chief Musician, A Psalm or Song of David. Let God arise, let his enemies be scattered: let them also that hate him flee before him.

But God shall wound the head of his enemies, and the hairy scalp of such an one as goeth on still in his trespasses.

That thy foot may be dipped in the blood of thine enemies, and the tongue of thy dogs in the same.

They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of mine head: they that would destroy me, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: then I restored that which I took not away.

Draw nigh unto my soul, and redeem it: deliver me because of mine enemies.

For mine enemies speak against me; and they that lay wait for my soul take counsel together,

They that dwell in the wilderness shall bow before him; and his enemies shall lick the dust.