Chapter 64
1{To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.} Hear, O God, my voice in my plaint; preserve my life from fear of the enemy: 2Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous crowd of the workers of iniquity, 3Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, [and] have aimed their arrow, a bitter word; 4That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not. 5They encourage themselves in an evil matter, they concert to hide snares; they say, Who will see them? 6They devise iniquities: We have it ready, the plan is diligently sought out. And each one`s inward [thought] and heart is deep. 7But God will shoot an arrow at them: suddenly are they wounded; 8By their own tongue they are made to fall over one another: all that see them shall flee away. 9And all men shall fear, and shall declare God`s doing; and they shall wisely consider his work. 10The righteous shall rejoice in Jehovah, and trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.