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To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy (64:1)

Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity (64:2)

Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words (64:3)

That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not (64:4)

They encourage themselves in an evil matter: they commune of laying snares privily; they say, Who shall see them (64:5)

They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep (64:6)

But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded (64:7)

So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away (64:8)

And all men shall fear, and shall declare the work of God; for they shall wisely consider of his doing (64:9)

The righteous shall be glad in the Lord, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory (64:10)

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