I hate them with perfect hatred; I count them my enemies.
I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.
I hate them with perfect hatred; they have become my enemies.
I hate them with perfect hatred: They are become mine enemies.
Yes, I hate them—through and through! They’ve become my enemies too.
“Whoever comes to me and does not hate father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters, yes, and even life itself, cannot be my disciple.