Psalms 64

1 For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice of complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy.

Unto the end, a psalm for David. Hear, O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee: deliver my soul from the fear of the enemy.

2 Hide me from the scheming of the wicked, from the mob of workers of iniquity,

Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant; from the multitude of the workers of iniquity.

3 who sharpen their tongues like swords and aim their bitter words like arrows,

For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow a bitter thing,

4 ambushing the innocent in seclusion, shooting suddenly, without fear.

To shoot in secret the undefiled.

5 They hold fast to their evil purpose; they speak of hiding their snares. “Who will see them?” they say.

They will shoot at him on a sudden, and will not fear: they are resolute in wickedness. They have talked of hiding snares; they have said: Who shall see them?

6 They devise injustice and say, “We have perfected a secret plan.” For the inner man and the heart are mysterious.

They have searched after iniquities: they have failed in their search. Man shall come to a deep heart:

7 But God will shoot them with arrows; suddenly they will be wounded.

And God shall be exalted. The arrows of children are their wounds:

8 They will be made to stumble, their own tongues turned against them. All who see will shake their heads.

And their tongues against them are made weak. All that saw them were troubled;

9 Then all mankind will fear and proclaim the work of God; so they will ponder what He has done.

And every man was afraid. And they declared the works of God: and understood his doings.

10 Let the righteous rejoice in the LORD and take refuge in Him; let all the upright in heart exult.

The just shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall hope in him: and all the upright in heart shall be praised.