Psalms 64

Hide Me from the Wicked

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

1 Hear my voice, O God, in my a  complaint;
preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
2Hide me from b  the secret plots of the wicked,
from the throng of evildoers,
3who c  whet their tongues like swords,
who d  aim bitter words like arrows,
4shooting from e  ambush at the blameless,
shooting at him suddenly and f  without fear.
5They g  hold fast to their evil purpose;
they talk of h  laying snares secretly,
thinking i  Who can see them?”
6They search out injustice,
saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.”
For j  the inward mind and heart of a man are deep.
7 k  But God shoots his arrow at them;
they are wounded suddenly.
8They are brought to ruin, with their own l  tongues turned against them;
all who m  see them will n  wag their heads.
9Then all mankind o  fears;
they p  tell what God has brought about
and ponder what he has done.
10 Let q  the righteous one rejoice in the  Lord
and r  take refuge in him!
Let all s  the upright in heart exult!
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