Bible Verses About Malice

He is bruised--he boweth down, Fallen by his mighty ones hath the afflicted.

All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip--shake the head,

`Roll unto Jehovah, He doth deliver him, He doth deliver him, for he delighted in him.'

They pay me evil for good, bereaving my soul,

And I--in their sickness my clothing is sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth.

As if a friend, as if my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.

And--in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;

With profane ones, mockers in feasts, Gnashing against me their teeth.

Mine enemies rejoice not over me with falsehood, Those hating me without cause wink the eye.

For they speak not peace, And against the quiet of the land, Deceitful words they devise,

And they enlarge against me their mouth, They said, `Aha, aha, our eye hath seen.'

Mine enemies say evil of me: When he dieth--his name hath perished!

And if he came to see--vanity he speaketh, His heart gathereth iniquity to itself, He goeth out--at the street he speaketh.

All hating me whisper together against me, Against me they devise evil to me:

A thing of Belial is poured out on him, And because he lay down he riseth not again.

By day and by night they go round it, on its walls. Both iniquity and perverseness are in its midst,

Mischiefs are in its midst. Fraud and deceit depart not from its street.

All the day they wrest my words, Concerning me all their thoughts are for evil,

They assemble, they hide, they watch my heels, When they have expected my soul.

For, lo, they laid wait for my soul, Assembled against me are strong ones, Not my transgression nor my sin, O Jehovah.

Without punishment they run and prepare themselves, Stir up to meet me, and see.

They turn back at evening, They make a noise like a dog, And go round about the city.

Lo, they belch out with their mouths, Swords are in their lips, for `Who heareth?'

Till when do ye devise mischief against a man? Ye are destroyed all of you, As a wall inclined, a hedge that is cast down.

Only--from his excellency They have consulted to drive away, They enjoy a lie, with their mouth they bless, And with their heart revile. Selah.