Psalms - Chapter 64 | English Standard Version

  • 1. To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
  • 2. Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, from the throng of evildoers,
  • 3. who whet their tongues like swords, who aim bitter words like arrows,
  • 4. shooting from ambush at the blameless, shooting at him suddenly and without fear.
  • 5. They hold fast to their evil purpose; they talk of laying snares secretly, thinking, who can see them?
  • 6. They 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.
  • 8. They are brought to ruin, with their own tongues turned against them; all who see them will wag their heads.
  • 9. Then all mankind fears; they tell what God has brought about and ponder what he has done.
  • 10. Let the righteous one rejoice in the LORD and take refuge in him! Let all the upright in heart exult!