Psalm 64

Hide Me from the Wicked

64To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

¹Hear my voice, O God, in my ^mcomplaint;

preserve my life from dread of the enemy.

²Hide me from ⁿthe secret plots of the wicked,

from the throng of evildoers,

³who ^owhet their tongues like swords,

who ^paim bitter words like arrows,

⁴shooting from ^qambush at the blameless,

shooting at him suddenly and ^rwithout fear.

⁵They ^shold fast to their evil purpose;

they talk of ^tlaying snares secretly,

thinking, ^u“Who can see them?”

⁶They search out injustice,

saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.”

For ^vthe inward mind and heart of a man are deep.

^7wBut God shoots his arrow at them;

they are wounded suddenly.

⁸They are brought to ruin, with their own ^xtongues turned against them;

all who ^ysee them will ^zwag their heads.

⁹Then all mankind ^yfears;

they ^atell what God has brought about

and ponder what he has done.

¹⁰Let ^bthe righteous one rejoice in the Lord

and ^ctake refuge in him!

Let all ^dthe upright in heart exult!