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Psalm 139:21 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

21 Do not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee? And am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

21 Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? And am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

21 Do I not hate them, O Lord, who hate You? And am I not grieved and do I not loathe those who rise up against You?

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American Standard Version (1901)

21 Do not I hate them, O Jehovah, that hate thee? And am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

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Common English Bible

21 Don’t I hate everyone who hates you? Don’t I despise those who attack you?

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Psalm 139:21
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I beheld the transgressors, and was grieved; because they kept not thy word.


I have hated them that regard lying vanities: but I trust in the Lord.


I know thy works, and thy labor, and thy patience, and how thou canst not bear them which are evil: and thou hast tried them which say they are apostles, and are not, and hast found them liars:


And Jehu the son of Hana´ni the seer went out to meet him, and said to king Jehosh´aphat, Shouldest thou help the ungodly, and love them that hate the Lord? therefore is wrath upon thee from before the Lord.


But this thou hast, that thou hatest the deeds of the Nicola´itans, which I also hate.


I have hated the congregation of evildoers; and will not sit with the wicked.


And when he was come near, he beheld the city, and wept over it,


And when he had looked round about on them with anger, being grieved for the hardness of their hearts, he saith unto the man, Stretch forth thine hand. And he stretched it out: and his hand was restored whole as the other.


But if ye will not hear it, my soul shall weep in secret places for your pride; and mine eye shall weep sore, and run down with tears, because the Lord's flock is carried away captive.


Rivers of waters run down mine eyes, because they keep not thy law.


In whose eyes a vile person is contemned; but he honoreth them that fear the Lord. He that sweareth to his own hurt, and changeth not.


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