'Enemies' in the Bible

Arise, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.

Lead me, Yahweh, in your righteousness because of my enemies. Make your way straight before my face.

May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly. A meditation by David, which he sang to Yahweh, concerning the words of Cush, the Benjamite.

When my enemies turn back, they stumble and perish in your presence.

Show your marvelous loving kindness, you who save those who take refuge by your right hand from their enemies.

from the wicked who oppress me, my deadly enemies, who surround me.

As for me, I shall see your face in righteousness. I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with seeing your form. For the Chief Musician. By David the servant of Yahweh, who spoke to Yahweh the words of this song in the day that Yahweh delivered him from the hand of all his enemies, and from the hand of Saul. He said,

I call on Yahweh, who is worthy to be praised; and I am saved from my enemies.

I will pursue my enemies, and overtake them. Neither will I turn again until they are consumed.

You have also made my enemies turn their backs to me, that I might cut off those who hate me.

He rescues me from my enemies. Yes, you lift me up above those who rise up against me. You deliver me from the violent man.

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

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil. My cup runs over.

My God, I have trusted in you. Don't let me be shamed. Don't let my enemies triumph over me.

Consider my enemies, for they are many. They hate me with cruel hatred.

Now my head will be lifted up above my enemies around me. I will offer sacrifices of joy in his tent. I will sing, yes, I will sing praises to Yahweh.

Teach me your way, Yahweh. Lead me in a straight path, because of my enemies.

My times are in your hand. Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, and from those who persecute me.

Don't let those who are my enemies wrongfully rejoice over me; neither let those who hate me without a cause wink their eyes.

But the wicked shall perish. The enemies of Yahweh shall be like the beauty of the fields. They will vanish -- vanish like smoke.

But my enemies are vigorous and many. Those who hate me without reason are numerous.

Yahweh will preserve him, and keep him alive. He shall be blessed on the earth, and he will not surrender him to the will of his enemies.

My enemies speak evil against me: "When will he die, and his name perish?"

Your arrows are sharp. The nations fall under you, with arrows in the heart of the king's enemies.

He will repay the evil to my enemies. Destroy them in your truth.

For he has delivered me out of all trouble. My eye has seen triumph over my enemies. For the Chief Musician. On stringed instruments. A contemplation by David.

My enemies want to swallow me up all day long, for they are many who fight proudly against me.

Then my enemies shall turn back in the day that I call. I know this, that God is for me.

Deliver me from my enemies, my God. Set me on high from those who rise up against me.

My God will go before me with his loving kindness. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.

Tell God, "How awesome are your deeds! Through the greatness of your power, your enemies submit themselves to you.

Let God arise! Let his enemies be scattered! Let them who hate him also flee before him.

But God will strike through the head of his enemies, the hairy scalp of such a one as still continues in his guiltiness.

That you may crush them, dipping your foot in blood, that the tongues of your dogs may have their portion from your enemies."

Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head. Those who want to cut me off, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty. I have to restore what I didn't take away.

Draw near to my soul, and redeem it. Ransom me because of my enemies.

For my enemies talk about me. Those who watch for my soul conspire together,

Those who dwell in the wilderness shall bow before him. His enemies shall lick the dust.

He led them safely, so that they weren't afraid, but the sea overwhelmed their enemies.

You make us a source of contention to our neighbors. Our enemies laugh among themselves.

I would soon subdue their enemies, and turn my hand against their adversaries.

For, behold, your enemies are stirred up. Those who hate you have lifted up their heads.

You have broken Rahab in pieces, like one of the slain. You have scattered your enemies with your mighty arm.

You have exalted the right hand of his adversaries. You have made all of his enemies rejoice.

With which your enemies have mocked, Yahweh, with which they have mocked the footsteps of your anointed one.

For, behold, your enemies, Yahweh, for, behold, your enemies shall perish. All the evildoers will be scattered.

My eye has also seen my enemies. My ears have heard of the wicked enemies who rise up against me.

My enemies reproach me all day. Those who are mad at me use my name as a curse.

Their enemies also oppressed them. They were brought into subjection under their hand.

Through God, we will do valiantly. For it is he who will tread down our enemies. For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.

Yahweh says to my Lord, "Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies your footstool for your feet."

Yahweh will send forth the rod of your strength out of Zion. Rule in the midst of your enemies.

Your commandments make me wiser than my enemies, for your commandments are always with me.

My zeal wears me out, because my enemies ignore your words.

Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They won't be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate. A Song of Ascents.

I will clothe his enemies with shame, but on himself, his crown will be resplendent." A Song of Ascents. By David.

Though I walk in the midst of trouble, you will revive me. You will stretch forth your hand against the wrath of my enemies. Your right hand will save me.

For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.

I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.

Deliver me, Yahweh, from my enemies. I flee to you to hide me.

In your loving kindness, cut off my enemies, and destroy all those who afflict my soul, For I am your servant. By David.