Psalms 64

¹ Unto the end, a psalm for David.

² Hear, O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee : deliver my soul from the fear of the enemy.

³ Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant; from the multitude of the workers of iniquity.

⁴ For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow a bitter thing,

⁵ to shoot in secret the undefiled.

⁶ They will shoot at him on a sudden, and will not fear: they are resolute in wickedness. They have talked of hiding snares; they have said: Who shall see them?

⁷ They have searched after iniquities: they have failed in their search. Man shall come to a deep heart:

⁸ and God shall be exalted. The arrows of children are their wounds:

⁹ and their tongues against them are made weak. All that saw them were troubled;

¹⁰ and every man was afraid. And they declared the works of God: and understood his doings.

¹¹ The just shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall hope in him: and all the upright in heart shall be praised.