Psalms 139:17-21

¹⁷Forsooth, God, thy friends be made honourable full much to me; the prince-hood of them is comforted full much.

¹⁸I shall number them, and they shall be multiplied above the gravel; I rose up, and yet I am with thee.

¹⁹For thou, God, shalt slay sinners; ye men-quellers, bow away from me.

²⁰For they say in thought; Take they their cities in vanity.

²¹Lord, whether I hated not them that hated thee; and I failed, that is, mourned greatly, on thine enemies?