Psalms 64

To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice in my plaint; preserve my life from fear of the enemy: Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous crowd of the workers of iniquity, Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrow, a bitter word; That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. They encourage themselves in an evil matter, they concert to hide snares; they say, Who will see them? They devise iniquities: We have it ready, the plan is diligently sought out. And each one's inward thought and heart is deep.

But God will shoot an arrow at them: suddenly are they wounded; By their own tongue they are made to fall over one another: all that see them shall flee away. And all men shall fear, and shall declare God's doing; and they shall wisely consider his work. 10 The righteous shall rejoice in Jehovah, and trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.

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