Psalms 64 · תהילים

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

Hide me from the secret council of the wicked; from the tumult of the workers of iniquity:

who have whetted their tongue like a sword, aimed their arrows of bitter words:

to shoot the innocent man in secret; suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

They encourage one another in an evil matter: they speak of laying snares secretly; they say, Who shall see them?

They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: for the inward thought of man, and the heart, is deep.

But God shoots his arrow at them: suddenly their wounds are on them.

So they make their own tongue a stumbling to themselves; all that see them shake the head.

And all men are afraid, and they declare the work of God; for they wisely consider of his doing.

The just man shall be glad in the Lord, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.