Psalm 64
To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer; preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
Hide me from the gathering together of the wicked, and from the tumult of evildoers,
Who have whet their tongue like a sword, and shoot out their arrows, even bitter words,
That they may secretly shoot at the one who is blameless; suddenly do they shoot him, and fear not.
They hold fast to their evil purpose, and discuss among themselves how they may lay snares, and say that no one shall see them.
They imagine wickedness, and practice a cunning plot; for the human heart and mind are very deep.
But God shall suddenly shoot at them with a swift arrow, and they shall be wounded.
Indeed, their own tongues shall make them fall, so that all who see them shall laugh them to scorn.
And all shall fear and tell what God has done, for they shall perceive that it is his work.
The righteous shall rejoice in the Lord and put their trust in him, and all who are true of heart shall be glad.
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