Psalms 139:17-21

How precious also are Your thoughts for me, God! How vast is the sum of them!

Were I to count them, they would outnumber the sand. When I awake, I am still with You.

If only You would put the wicked to death, God; Leave me, you men of bloodshed.

For they speak against You wickedly, And Your enemies take Your name in vain.

Do I not hate those who hate You, Lord? And do I not loathe those who rise up against You?