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Psalms 64
World English Bible British Edition · Berean Standard Bible
Hear my voice, God, in my complaint.
For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice of complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked,
Hide me from the scheming of the wicked, from the mob of workers of iniquity,
who sharpen their tongue like a sword,
who sharpen their tongues like swords and aim their bitter words like arrows,
to shoot innocent men from ambushes.
ambushing the innocent in seclusion, shooting suddenly, without fear.
They encourage themselves in evil plans.
They hold fast to their evil purpose; they speak of hiding their snares. “Who will see them?” they say.
They plot injustice, saying, “We have made a perfect plan!”
They devise injustice and say, “We have perfected a secret plan.” For the inner man and the heart are mysterious.
But God will shoot at them.
But God will shoot them with arrows; suddenly they will be wounded.
Their own tongues shall ruin them.
They will be made to stumble, their own tongues turned against them. All who see will shake their heads.
All mankind shall be afraid.
Then all mankind will fear and proclaim the work of God; so they will ponder what He has done.
The righteous shall be glad in the LORD,
Let the righteous rejoice in the LORD and take refuge in Him; let all the upright in heart exult.