18 If I tell them, they are more in number than the sand: when I wake up I am present with thee.
19 Wilt thou not slay the wicked, O God: depart from me, ye blood-thirsty men.
20 For they speak unrighteously against thee: and thine enemies take thy Name in vain.
21 Do not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee: and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?
22 Yea, I hate them right sore: even as though they were mine enemies.
23 Try me, O God, and seek the ground of my heart: prove me, and examine my thoughts.
24 Look well if there be any way of wickedness in me: and lead me in the way everlasting.
PSALM 140. Eripe me, Domine.
Deliver me, O Lord, from the evil man: and preserve me from the wicked man.
2 Who imagine mischief in their hearts: and stir up strife all the day long.