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All my enemies will be ashamed and dismayed; they will turn back in sudden disgrace.

…then may my enemy pursue me and overtake me; may he trample me to the ground and leave my honor in the dust. Selah

From the mouths of children and infants You have ordained praise on account of Your adversaries, to silence the enemy and avenger.

When my enemies retreat, they stumble and perish before You.

The enemy has come to eternal ruin, and You have uprooted their cities; the very memory of them has vanished.

How long must I wrestle in my soul, with sorrow in my heart each day? How long will my enemy dominate me?

…lest my enemy say, “I have overcome him,” and my foes rejoice when I fall.

…from the wicked who assail me, from my mortal enemies who surround me.

For the choirmaster. Of David the servant of the LORD, who sang this song to the LORD on the day the LORD had delivered him from the hand of all his enemies and from the hand of Saul. He said: I love You, O LORD, my strength.

I will call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised; so shall I be saved from my enemies.

He rescued me from my powerful enemy, from foes too mighty for me.

I pursued my enemies and overtook them; I did not turn back until they were consumed.

You have made my enemies retreat before me; I destroyed those who hated me.

…who delivers me from my enemies. You exalt me above my foes; You rescue me from violent men.

Your hand will apprehend all Your enemies; Your right hand will seize those who hate You.

…in You, my God, I trust. Do not let me be put to shame; do not let my enemies exult over me.

Consider my enemies, for they are many, and they hate me with vicious hatred.

When the wicked came upon me to devour my flesh, my enemies and foes stumbled and fell.

Then my head will be held high above my enemies around me. At His tabernacle I will offer sacrifices with shouts of joy; I will sing and make music to the LORD.

A Psalm. A song for the dedication of the temple. Of David. I will exalt You, O LORD, for You have lifted me up and have not allowed my foes to rejoice over me.

You have not delivered me to the enemy; You have set my feet in the open.

My times are in Your hands; deliver me from my enemies and from those who pursue me.

Let not my enemies gloat over me without cause, nor those who hate me without reason wink in malice.

But the wicked and enemies of the LORD will perish like the glory of the fields. They will vanish; like smoke they will fade away.

Many are my enemies without cause, and many hate me without reason.

The LORD will protect and preserve him; He will bless him in the land and refuse to give him over to the will of his foes.

My enemies say with malice: “When will he die and be forgotten?”

By this I know that You delight in me, for my enemy does not triumph over me.

I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?”

For You are the God of my refuge. Why have You rejected me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?

…at the voice of the scorner and reviler, because of the enemy, bent on revenge.

Your arrows pierce the hearts of the king’s foes; the nations fall beneath your feet.

For He has delivered me from every trouble, and my eyes have looked in triumph on my foes.

…at the voice of the enemy, at the pressure of the wicked. For they bring down disaster upon me and resent me in their anger.

For it is not an enemy who insults me; that I could endure. It is not a foe who rises against me; from him I could hide.

Then my enemies will retreat on the day I cry for help. By this I will know that God is on my side.

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Miktam of David, when Saul sent men to watch David’s house in order to kill him. Deliver me from my enemies, O my God; protect me from those who rise against me.

For You have been my refuge, a tower of strength against the enemy.

For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice of complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy.

Say to God, “How awesome are Your deeds! So great is Your power that Your enemies cower before You.

For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A song. God arises. His enemies are scattered, and those who hate Him flee His presence.

Surely God will crush the heads of His enemies, the hairy crowns of those who persist in guilty ways.

…that your foot may be dipped in the blood of your foes—the tongues of your dogs in the same.”

Those who hate me without cause outnumber the hairs of my head; many are those who would destroy me—my enemies for no reason. Though I did not steal, I must repay.

Draw near to my soul and redeem me; ransom me because of my foes.

For my enemies speak against me, and those who lie in wait for my life conspire,

May the nomads bow before him, and his enemies lick the dust.

Turn Your steps to the everlasting ruins, to everything in the sanctuary the enemy has destroyed.

How long, O God, will the enemy taunt You? Will the foe revile Your name forever?

Remember how the enemy has mocked You, O LORD, how a foolish people has spurned Your name.