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 throng 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 them?”

⁶They search out injustice,
saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.”
For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep.

⁷ But God shoots his arrow at them;
they are wounded suddenly.

⁸They are brought to ruin, with their own tongues turned against them;
all who see them will wag their heads.

⁹Then all mankind fears;
they tell what God has brought about
and ponder what he has done.

¹⁰Let the righteous one rejoice in the Lord
and take refuge in him!
Let all the upright in heart exult!

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