Psalms 64
Hide Me from the Wicked
To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
1 Hear my voice, O God, in my a complaint;preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
2 Hide me from b the secret plots of the wicked,
from the throng of evildoers,
3 who c whet their tongues like swords,
who d aim bitter words like arrows,
4 shooting from e ambush at the blameless,
shooting at him suddenly and f without fear.
5 They g hold fast to their evil purpose;
they talk of h laying snares secretly,
thinking i “Who can see them?”
6 They search out injustice,
saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.”
For j the inward mind and heart of a man are deep.
7 k But God shoots his arrow at them;
they are wounded suddenly.
8 They are brought to ruin, with their own l tongues turned against them;
all who m see them will n wag their heads.
9 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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