For they did not get the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them; but your right hand, and your arm, and the light of your face, because you were favorable to them.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and did not get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.

Through your precepts, I get understanding; therefore I hate every false way.

If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men.