Psalm 64–65

PSALM 64

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

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

preserve my life from dread of the enemy, ²hide me from the secret plots of the wicked,

from the scheming of evildoers,

³who whet their tongues like swords,

who aim bitter words like arrows,

⁴shooting from ambush at the blameless,

shooting at him suddenly and without fear.

⁵They hold fast to their evil purpose;

they talk of laying snares secretly,

thinking, “Who can see us?

⁶Who can search out our crimes?

We have thought out a cunningly conceived plot.”

For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep!

⁷But God will shoot his arrow at them;

they will be wounded suddenly.

⁸Because of their tongue he will bring them to ruin;

all who see them will wag their heads.

⁹Then all men will fear;

they will tell what God has wrought,

and ponder what he has done.

¹⁰Let the righteous rejoice in the Lord,

and take refuge in him!

Let all the upright in heart glory!

PSALM 65

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A Song.

¹Praise is due to thee,

O God, in Zion;

and to thee shall vows be performed, ²O thou who hearest prayer!

To thee shall all flesh come ³on account of sins.

When our transgressions prevail over us,

thou dost forgive them. ⁴Blessed is he whom thou dost choose and bring near,

to dwell in thy courts!

We shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house,

thy holy temple!

⁵By dread deeds thou dost answer us with deliverance,

O God of our salvation,

who art the hope of all the ends of the earth,

and of the farthest seas;

⁶who by thy strength hast established the mountains,

being girded with might;

⁷who dost still the roaring of the seas,

the roaring of their waves,

the tumult of the peoples;

⁸so that those who dwell at earth’s farthest bounds

are afraid at thy signs;

thou makest the outgoings of the morning and the evening

to shout for joy.

⁹Thou visitest the earth and waterest it,

thou greatly enrichest it;

the river of God is full of water;

thou providest their grain,

for so thou hast prepared it.

¹⁰Thou waterest its furrows abundantly,

settling its ridges,

softening it with showers,

and blessing its growth.

¹¹Thou crownest the year with thy bounty;

the tracks of thy chariot drip with fatness.

¹²The pastures of the wilderness drip,

the hills gird themselves with joy,

¹³the meadows clothe themselves with flocks,

the valleys deck themselves with grain,

they shout and sing together for joy.