Psalms 139:17-21

¹⁷And how precious are unto me thy thoughts, O God! how mightily great is their sum!

¹⁸Should I count them, they would be more numerous than the sand: I awake, and I am still with thee.

¹⁹If thou wouldst but slay the wicked, O God! and ye men of blood, depart from me.

²⁰Who speak of thee for a wicked end, thy enemies, that bear thy name for a vain purpose.

²¹Behold, those that hate thee I ever hate, O Lord; and for those that rise up against thee do I feel loathing.