The boastful will not stand before Your eyes; You hate all who do injustice.

Be gracious to me, Lord; See my oppression from those who hate me, You who lift me up from the gates of death,

The Lord tests the righteous and the wicked, And His soul hates one who loves violence.

He saved me from my strong enemy, And from those who hated me, for they were too mighty for me.

You have also made my enemies turn their backs to me, And I destroyed those who hated me.

Your hand will find all your enemies; Your right hand will find those who hate you.

Look at my enemies, for they are many, And they hate me with violent hatred.

I hate the assembly of evildoers, And I will not sit with the wicked.

I hate those who devote themselves to worthless idols, But I trust in the Lord.

Evil will bring death to the wicked, And those who hate the righteous will suffer for their guilt.

Do not let those who are wrongfully my enemies rejoice over me; Nor let those who hate me for no reason wink maliciously.

But my enemies are vigorous and strong, And those who wrongfully hate me are many.

All who hate me whisper together against me; They plot my harm against me, saying,

But You have saved us from our adversaries, And You have put to shame those who hate us.

You cause us to turn back from the enemy; And those who hate us have taken spoils for themselves.

You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness; Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You With the oil of joy above Your companions.

For you yourself hate discipline, And you throw My words behind you.

For it is not an enemy who taunts me, Then I could endure it; Nor is it one who hates me who has exalted himself against me, Then I could hide myself from him.

The God of Sinai and of the Sanctuary.

For the music director. A Psalm of David. A Song.

May God arise, may His enemies be scattered, And may those who hate Him flee from His presence.

Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head; Those who would destroy me are powerful, those who oppose me with lies; What I did not steal, I then have to restore.

Rescue me from the mud and do not let me sink; May I be rescued from those who hate me, and from the depths of water.

Those who hate the Lord would pretend to obey Him, And their time of punishment would be forever.

For behold, Your enemies make an uproar, And those who hate You have exalted themselves.

Show me a sign of good, That those who hate me may see it and be ashamed, Because You, Lord, have helped me and comforted me.

But I will crush his adversaries before him, And strike those who hate him.