Psalms 64 (BSB)
undefined For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. 1 Hear, O God, my voice of complaint;preserve my life from dread of the enemy. 2 Hide me from the scheming of the wicked,from the mob of workers of iniquity, 3 who sharpen their tongues like swordsand aim their bitter words like arrows, 4 ambushing the innocent in seclusion,shooting suddenly, without fear. 5 They hold fast to their evil purpose;they speak of hiding their snares.“Who will see them?” they say. 6 They devise injustice and say,“We have perfected a secret plan.”For the inner man and the heart are mysterious. 7 But God will shoot them with arrows;suddenly they will be wounded. 8 They will be made to stumble,their own tongues turned against them.All who see will shake their heads. 9 Then all mankind will fearand proclaim the work of God;so they will ponder what He has done. 10 Let the righteous rejoice in the LORDand take refuge in Him;let all the upright in heart exult.