Psalm 64

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?^y

⁶Who can search out our crimes?^z

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;^a

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!