Psalm 64

1 For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

Hear, O God, my voice of complaint;

preserve my life from dread of the enemy.

2 Hide me from the scheming of the wicked,

from the mob of workers of iniquity,

3 who sharpen their tongues like swords

and aim their bitter words like arrows,

4 ambushing the innocent in seclusion,

shooting suddenly, without fear.

5 They hold fast to their evil purpose;

they speak of hiding their snares.

“Who will see them?” they say.

6 They devise injustice and say,

“We have perfected a secret plan.”

For the inner man and the heart are mysterious.

7 But God will shoot them with arrows;

suddenly they will be wounded.

8 They will be made to stumble,

their own tongues turned against them.

All who see will shake their heads.

9 Then all mankind will fear

and proclaim the work of God;

so they will ponder what He has done.

10 Let the righteous rejoice in the LORD

and take refuge in Him;

let all the upright in heart exult.

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