Psalm 64

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.

Hear my voice, God, in my complaint. Preserve my life from dread of the enemy. Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from the noisy crowd of the ones doing evil; who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words, to shoot innocent men from ambushes. They shoot at him suddenly and fearlessly. They encourage themselves in evil plans. They talk about laying snares secretly. They say, “Who will see them?” They plot injustice, saying, “We have made a perfect plan!” The human mind and heart are cunning. But God will shoot at them. They will be suddenly struck down with an arrow. Their own tongues will ruin them. All who see them will shake their heads. All humankind will be afraid. They will declare the work of God, and ponder what ʜᴇ has done. The righteous will be glad in YHWH, and take refuge in ʜɪᴍ. All the upright in heart will praise ʜɪᴍ!