Psalm 63:1–4

Title For the director of music. A psalm of David.

1 Hear me, my God, as I voice my complaint;

protect my life from the threat of the enemy.

2 Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked,

from the plots of evildoers.

3 They sharpen their tongues like swords

and aim cruel words like deadly arrows.

Title To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

1 Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint;

preserve my life from dread of the enemy.

2 Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,

from the throng of evildoers,

3 who whet their tongues like swords,

who aim bitter words like arrows,

Title To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

1 Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer:

Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

2 Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked;

From the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:

3 Who whet their tongue like a sword,

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

Title For the choir director: A psalm of David.

1 O God, listen to my complaint.

Protect my life from my enemies’ threats.

2 Hide me from the plots of this evil mob,

from this gang of wrongdoers.

3 They sharpen their tongues like swords

and aim their bitter words like arrows.

Title To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

1 Hear my voice, O God, in my meditation;

Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

2 Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,

From the rebellion of the workers of iniquity,

3 Who sharpen their tongue like a sword,

And bend their bows to shoot their arrows—bitter words,

Title For the director of music. A psalm of David.

1 God, listen to my complaint.

I am afraid of my enemies;

protect my life from them.

2 Hide me from those who plan wicked things,

from that gang who does evil.

3 They sharpen their tongues like swords

and shoot bitter words like arrows.

Title For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

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

Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

2 Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers,

From the tumult of the workers of iniquity;

3 Who have whet their tongue like a sword,

And have aimed their arrows, even bitter words,

Title To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

1 Hear, O God, my voice in my plaint; preserve my life from fear of the enemy: 2 Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous crowd of the workers of iniquity, 3 Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrow, a bitter word;

Title For the choir director; a psalm by David. 

1 Hear my voice, O God, when I complain. 

Protect my life from a terrifying enemy. 

2 Hide me from the secret plots of criminals, 

from the mob of troublemakers. 

3 They sharpen their tongues like swords. 

They aim bitter words like arrows 

Title For the choir director. A Davidic psalm.

1 God, hear my voice when I complain.

Protect my life from the terror of the enemy.

2 Hide me from the scheming of wicked people,

from the mob of evildoers,

3 who sharpen their tongues like swords

and aim bitter words like arrows,

Title To the leader. A Psalm of David.

1 Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint;

preserve my life from the dread enemy.

2 Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,

from the scheming of evildoers,

3 who whet their tongues like swords,

who aim bitter words like arrows,

Title For the music director. A psalm of David.

1 Hear my voice, O God, in my lamenting.

Preserve my life from the fear of the enemy.

2 Hide me from the secret plots of evildoers,

from the unrest of those who do iniquity,

3 who sharpen their tongue like a sword.

They bend their bow to shoot their arrows—bitter words,

Title For the director of music. A psalm of David.

1 God, hear me as I tell you my problem.

Don’t let my enemies kill me.

2 Hide me from those who make evil plans against me.

Hide me from that crowd of people who are doing evil.

3 They make their tongues like sharp swords.

They aim their words like deadly arrows.

Title For the choir director. A Psalm of David.

1 Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint;

Preserve my life from dread of the enemy.

2 Hide me from the secret counsel of evildoers,

From the tumult of those who do iniquity,

3 Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword.

They aimed bitter speech as their arrow,