Psalms 64

1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. Hear, O God, my voice when I complain, From dread peril by the foe, wilt thou guard my life.

For the leader. A psalm of David. Hear, O my God, the voice of my lament: guard my life from the dread of the foe.

2 Wilt thou hide me, From the conclave of evil-doers, From the crowd of workers of iniquity.

Hide me from villains who secretly plot, from the blustering throng of the workers of evil,

3 Who have sharpened, like a sword, their tongue, Have made ready their arrow—a bitter word;

who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, and aimed bitter words like arrows,

4 To shoot, in secret places, at the blameless one, Suddenly they shoot at him, and fear not.

which from ambush they launch at the blameless, shooting swiftly and unafraid.

5 They strengthen for them a wicked word, They talk of hiding snares, They have said, Who can see them?

They strengthen their wicked purpose, they tell of the snares they have hidden, they say to themselves, “Who can see?”

6 They devise perverse things, They have completed the device well devised, Both the intent of each one, and the mind, are unsearchable.

They think out their crimes full cunningly hidden deep in their crafty hearts.

7 Once let God have shot at them an arrow, Suddenly have appeared their own wounds!

But God with his arrow will shoot them, swiftly shall they be smitten.

8 When they were to have ruined another, their tongue smote themselves, All who observe them take flight.

For their tongue he will bring them to ruin, all will shudder with horror at the sight of them.

9 Therefore have all men feared, —And have told the doing of God, And, his work, have considered.

Then every person, touched to awe, as they ponder what God has wrought, will tell the tale of his deeds.

10 The righteous man shall rejoice in Yahweh, and seek refuge in him, Then shall glory—all who are upright in heart.

In the Lord shall the righteous rejoice, in him shall they take refuge; and all the true-hearted shall glory.