Psalms 64
Open in the reader1Unto the End. A Psalm of Beloved.
2Hear, O God, my voice of complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
3Hide me from the scheming of the wicked, from the mob of workers of iniquity,
4who sharpen their tongues like swords and aim their bitter words like arrows,
5ambushing the innocent in seclusion, shooting suddenly, without fear.
6They hold fast to their evil purpose; they speak of hiding their snares. “Who will see them?” they say.
7They devise injustice and say, “We have perfected a secret plan.” For the inner man and the heart are mysterious.
8But God will shoot them with arrows; suddenly they will be wounded.
9They will be made to stumble, their own tongues turned against them. All who see will shake their heads.
10Then all mankind will fear and proclaim the work of God; so they will ponder what He has done.
11Let the righteous rejoice in He-Who-Is and take refuge in Him; let all the upright in heart exult.