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.

Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

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

Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:

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

Who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:

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

That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

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

They encourage themselves in an evil matter: they commune of laying snares privately; they say, 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 search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep.

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

But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded.

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

So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away.

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

And all men shall fear, and shall declare the work of God; for they shall wisely consider of his doing.

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

The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.