New American Bible (Revised Edition)
19 When you would destroy the wicked, O God,
the bloodthirsty depart from me!(A)
20 Your foes who conspire a plot against you
are exalted in vain.
21 Do I not hate, Lord, those who hate you?
Those who rise against you, do I not loathe?(B)
22 With fierce hatred I hate them,
enemies I count as my own.