אוֹיֵב אוֹיֵב

Lift up thy feet unto the perpetual desolations; even all that the enemy hath done wickedly in the sanctuary.

O God, how long shall the adversary reproach? shall the enemy blaspheme thy name for ever?

Remember this, that the enemy hath reproached, O LORD, and that the foolish people have blasphemed thy name.

And he led them on safely, so that they feared not: but the sea overwhelmed their enemies.

Thou makest us a strife unto our neighbours: and our enemies laugh among themselves.

I should soon have subdued their enemies, and turned my hand against their adversaries.

For, lo, thine enemies make a tumult: and they that hate thee have lifted up the head.

Thou hast broken Rahab in pieces, as one that is slain; thou hast scattered thine enemies with thy strong arm.

The enemy shall not exact upon him; nor the son of wickedness afflict him.

Thou hast set up the right hand of his adversaries; thou hast made all his enemies to rejoice.

Wherewith thine enemies have reproached, O LORD; wherewith they have reproached the footsteps of thine anointed.

For, lo, thine enemies, O LORD, for, lo, thine enemies shall perish; all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.

Mine enemies reproach me all the day; and they that are mad against me are sworn against me.

And he saved them from the hand of him that hated them, and redeemed them from the hand of the enemy.

Their enemies also oppressed them, and they were brought into subjection under their hand.

A Psalm of David. The LORD said unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I make thine enemies thy footstool.

The LORD shall send the rod of thy strength out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.

Thou through thy commandments hast made me wiser than mine enemies: for they are ever with me.

Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.

His enemies will I clothe with shame: but upon himself shall his crown flourish.

Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me: thou shalt stretch forth thine hand against the wrath of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall save me.

I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.

For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.

Deliver me, O LORD, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.