Psalm LXIV.

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

Hear my voice, O God, in my aprayer:

Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

2  Hide me from bthe secret counsel of the wicked;

From bthe insurrection of bbthe workers of iniquity:

3  cWho whet their tongue like a sword,

And dbend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:

4  eThat they may shoot fin secret at the perfect:

Suddenly do they shoot at him, and fffear not.

5  gThey encourage themselves in an evil * matter:

They commune * of laying snares privily;

hThey say, Who shall see them?

6  They search out iniquities;

* They accomplish * a diligent search:

Both ithe inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep.

7  But God dshall shoot at them with an arrow;

Suddenly * shall they be wounded.

8  So they shall make ktheir own tongue to fall upon themselves:

lAll that msee them shall mmflee away.

9  And all men shall mfear,

And shall ndeclare the work of God;

For they shall owisely consider of his doing.

10  pThe righteous shall be glad in the Lord, and qshall trust in him;

pAnd all rthe upright in heart shall glory.