Bible Verses About Malice

Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.

Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow--a bitter word.

To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.

They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, `Who doth look at it?'

They search out perverse things, `We perfected a searching search,' And the inward part of man, and the heart are deep.

And I weep in the fasting of my soul, And it is for a reproach to me.

And I make my clothing sackcloth, And I am to them for a simile.

Those sitting at the gate meditate concerning me, And those drinking strong drink, Play on instruments.

Let them be ashamed and confounded Who are seeking my soul, Let them be turned backward and blush Who are desiring my evil.

Let them turn back because of their shame, Who are saying, `Aha, aha.'

For mine enemies have spoken against me, And those watching my soul have taken counsel together,

Saying, `God hath forsaken him, Pursue and catch him, for there is no deliverer.'

For the mouth of wickedness, and the mouth of deceit, Against me they have opened, They have spoken with me--A tongue of falsehood, and words of hatred!

They have compassed me about, And they fight me without cause.

For my love they oppose me, and I--prayer!

And they set against me evil for good, And hatred for my love.

Because that he hath not remembered to do kindness, And pursueth the poor man and needy, And the smitten of heart--to slay,

And he loveth reviling, and it meeteth him, And he hath not delighted in blessing, And it is far from him.

And he putteth on reviling as his robe, And it cometh in as water into his midst, And as oil into his bones.

To the Overseer. --A Psalm of David. Deliver me, O Jehovah, from an evil man, From one of violence Thou keepest me.

Who have devised evils in the heart, All the day they assemble for wars.

They sharpened their tongue as a serpent, Poison of an adder is under their lips. Selah.

Preserve me, Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked, From one of violence Thou keepest me, Who have devised to overthrow my steps.

For they sleep not if they do not evil, And their sleep hath been taken violently away, If they cause not some to stumble.

For they have eaten bread of wickedness, And wine of violence they drink.