Psalm 64

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

1Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer:

Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

2Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked;

From the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:

3Who whet their tongue like a sword,

And bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:

4That they may shoot in secret at the perfect:

Suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

5They encourage themselves in an evil matter:

They commune of laying snares privily;

They say, Who shall see them?

6They search out iniquities;

They accomplish a diligent search:

Both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep.

7But God shall shoot at them with an arrow;

Suddenly shall they be wounded.

8So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves:

All that see them shall flee away.

9And all men shall fear,

And shall declare the work of God;

For they shall wisely consider of his doing.

10The righteous shall be glad in the Lord, and shall trust in him;

And all the upright in heart shall glory.