Psalm, 64
To the director. A melody of David.
1 Hear my voice, O God, as I plead. Safeguard my life from the dreadfulness of the enemy.
2 Shield me from the secret plots of wicked men, From the crowd of wrongdoers.
3 They sharpen their tongue just like a sword; They aim their cruel words like arrows,
4 To shoot at the innocent from their hiding places; They shoot at him suddenly, without fear.
5 They hold fast to their evil intent;*1 They discuss how to hide their traps. They say: “Who will see them?”
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6 They search out new ways of wrongdoing; They secretly devise their shrewd strategy; The thinking within each one’s heart is unfathomable.
7 But God will shoot at them; Suddenly they will be wounded by an arrow.
8 Their own tongue will cause their downfall; All those looking on will shake their head.
9 Then all men will become afraid, And they will proclaim what God has done, And they will have insight into his deeds.
10 The righteous one will rejoice in Jehovah and take refuge in him; All the upright in heart will exult.*1
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