Psalm 64

Psalm 64

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

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

Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

²Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,

From the rebellion of the workers of iniquity,

³Who sharpen their tongue like a sword,

^aAnd bend their bows to shoot their arrows—bitter words,

⁴That they may shoot in secret at the blameless;

Suddenly they shoot at him and do not fear.

⁵They encourage themselves in an evil matter;

They talk of laying snares secretly;

^bThey say, “Who will see them?”

⁶They devise iniquities:

“We have perfected a shrewd scheme.”

Both the inward thought and the heart of man are deep.

⁷But God shall shoot at them with an arrow;

Suddenly they shall be wounded.

⁸So He will make them stumble over their own tongue;

^cAll who see them shall flee away.

⁹All men shall fear,

And shall ^ddeclare the work of God;

For they shall wisely consider His doing.

^10eThe righteous shall be glad in the Lord, and trust in Him.

And all the upright in heart shall glory.