Psalms 64

Hide Me from the Wicked

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

Hear my voice, O God, in my a complaint;
preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
Hide me from b the secret plots of the wicked,
from the throng of evildoers,
who c whet their tongues like swords,
who d aim bitter words like arrows,
shooting from e ambush at the blameless,
shooting at him suddenly and f without fear.
They g hold fast to their evil purpose;
they talk of h laying snares secretly,
thinking i Who can see them?”
They search out injustice,
saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.”
For j the inward mind and heart of a man are deep.
k But God shoots his arrow at them;
they are wounded suddenly.
They are brought to ruin, with their own l tongues turned against them;
all who m see them will n wag their heads.
Then all mankind o fears;
they p tell what God has brought about
and ponder what he has done.
10  Let q the righteous one rejoice in the  Lord
and r take refuge in him!
Let all s the upright in heart exult!
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