Psalm 64–65

¹To the Overseer.—A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice, in my meditation, From the fear of an enemy Thou keepest my life,

²Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.

³Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow—a bitter word.

⁴To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.

⁵They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, ‘Who doth look at it?’

⁶They search out perverse things, ‘We perfected a searching search,’ And the inward part of man, and the heart are deep.

⁷And God doth shoot them with an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,

⁸And they cause him to stumble, Against them is their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away.

⁹And all men fear, and declare the work of God, And His deed they have considered wisely.

¹⁰The righteous doth rejoice in Jehovah, And hath trusted in Him, And boast themselves do all the upright of heart!

Psalm 65

¹To the Overseer.—A Psalm of David. A Song. To Thee, silence—praise, O God, is in Zion, And to Thee is a vow completed.

²Hearer of prayer, to Thee all flesh cometh.

³Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions—Thou dost cover them.

⁴O the happiness of him whom Thou choosest, And drawest near, he inhabiteth Thy courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Thy house, Thy holy temple.

⁵By fearful things in righteousness Thou answerest us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off ends of earth and sea.

⁶Establishing mountains by His power, He hath been girded with might,

⁷Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.

⁸And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts From Thy signs are afraid, The outgoings of morning and evening Thou causest to sing.

⁹Thou hast inspected the earth, and waterest it, Thou makest it very rich, the rivulet of God is full of water, Thou preparest their corn, When thus Thou dost prepare it,

¹⁰Its ridges have been filled, Deepened hath been its furrow, With showers Thou dost soften it, Its springing up Thou blessest.

¹¹Thou hast crowned the year of Thy goodness, And Thy paths drop fatness.

¹²Drop do the pastures of a wilderness, And joy of the heights Thou girdest on.

¹³Clothed have lambs the flock, And valleys are covered with corn, They shout—yea, they sing!

Psalm 66