Psalms 64

To the chief musician, a psalm of David.

Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint: preserve my life from the dread of the enemy. Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous assault of the workers of wickedness; Who whet their tongue like a sword, who aim with their arrow, the bitter word: To shoot in secret at the innocent; suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. They encourage themselves in an evil plan; they tell secretly of laying snares: they say, Who will see them? They search out iniquities; "We are ready with the carefully searched out device:" and the inward thought and heart of each is deeply hidden. But God shooteth at them suddenly his arrow; —thence are come their wounds. And their own tongues will stumble over themselves: all that look on them will shake their head. 10 All men shall fear, and shall declare the deeds of God, and understand his works. The righteous shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glorify themselves.
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