Which imagine mischiefs in their heart; Continually are they gathered together for war.
They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, They mark my steps, when they wait for my soul.
He deviseth mischief upon his bed; He setteth himself in a way that is not good; He abhorreth not evil.
There is one come out of thee, that imagineth evil against the LORD, a wicked counsellor.
For they have made ready their heart like an oven, whiles they lie in wait: their baker sleepeth all the night; in the morning it burneth as a flaming fire.
Deceit is in the heart of them that imagine evil: But to the counsellors of peace is joy.
I am for peace: But when I speak, they are for war.
How long will ye imagine mischief against a man? Ye shall be slain all of you: As a bowing wall shall ye be, and as a tottering fence.
They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.
For they intended evil against thee: They imagined a mischievous device, which they are not able to perform.
For, lo, they lie in wait for my soul: The mighty are gathered against me; Not for my transgression, nor for my sin, O LORD.