if I have rewarded evil unto him that dealt friendly with me, or hurt them that without any cause are mine enemies;

In whose eyes a vile person is contemned; but he honoureth them that fear the LORD. He that sweareth to his own hurt, and changeth not.

Let them be confounded and put to shame that seek after my soul: let them be turned back and brought to confusion that devise my hurt.

Let them be ashamed and brought to confusion together that rejoice at mine hurt: let them be clothed with shame and dishonour that magnify themselves against me.

Though he fall, he shall not be hurt, for the LORD upholdeth him with his hand.

They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.

They repay me evil for the good I have done; though I have tried to do good to them, they hurl accusations at me.

Let them be disappointed and confounded together who seek after my soul to destroy it. Let them be turned backward and brought to dishonor who delight in my hurt.

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

Thou lovest to speak all words that may do hurt, O thou false tongue.

because of what the enemy says, and because of how the wicked pressure me, for they hurl trouble down upon me and angrily attack me.

All day long they twist my words and say hurtful things;
All their thoughts are against me for evil.

May he send help from heaven and deliver me from my enemies who hurl insults! (Selah) May God send his loyal love and faithfulness!

Look, they hurl insults at me and openly threaten to kill me, for they say, "Who hears?"

These also that seek the hurt of my soul, they shall go under the earth.

That they may privily hurt the innocent, and suddenly hit him without any fear.

For they persecute him whom you have wounded. They tell of the sorrow of those whom you have hurt.

Let them be ashamed and confounded that seek after my soul: let them be turned backward, and put to confusion, that desire my hurt.

Let them be confounded and consumed that are adversaries to my soul; let them be covered with reproach and dishonour that seek my hurt.

My tongue also shall talk of thy righteousness all the day long: for they are confounded, for they are brought unto shame, that seek my hurt.

How long, O God, will the adversary hurl insults? Will the enemy blaspheme your name forever?

The enemy shall not overcome him, and the son of wickedness shall not hurt him.

Your enemies, O Lord, hurl insults; they insult your chosen king as they dog his footsteps.

They shall bear thee in their hands, that thou hurt not thy foot against a stone.

He suffered no man to hurt them, but reproved even kings for their sakes,

"Don't touch my anointed or hurt my prophets!"

They hurt his feet with shackles;
his neck was put in an iron collar.

Let the righteous rather smite me friendly, and reprove me: so will I take it as though he had poured oil on my head; it shall not hurt my head. Yea, I will pray yet for their wickedness.

Hurl lightning bolts and scatter them! Shoot your arrows and rout them!