The foolish shall not stand in thy sight: thou hatest all workers of iniquity.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord; consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, thou that liftest me up from the gates of death:

The Lord trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

He delivered me from my strong enemy, and from them which hated me: for they were too strong for me.

Thou hast also given me the necks of mine enemies; that I might destroy them that hate me.

Thine hand shall find out all thine enemies: thy right hand shall find out those that hate thee.

Consider mine enemies; for they are many; and they hate me with cruel hatred.

I have hated the congregation of evil doers; and will not sit with the wicked.

I have hated them that regard lying vanities: but I trust in the Lord.

Evil shall slay the wicked: and they that hate the righteous shall be desolate.

Let not them that are mine enemies wrongfully rejoice over me: neither let them wink with the eye that hate me without a cause.

For he flattereth himself in his own eyes, until his iniquity be found to be hateful.

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

All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.

But thou hast saved us from our enemies, and hast put them to shame that hated us.

Thou makest us to turn back from the enemy: and they which hate us spoil for themselves.

Thou lovest righteousness, and hatest wickedness: therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fellows.

Seeing thou hatest instruction, and casteth my words behind thee.

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:

Let God arise, let his enemies be scattered: let them also that hate him flee before him.

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.

Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

The haters of the Lord should have submitted themselves unto him: but their time should have endured for ever.

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