1.2 KiB
1.2 KiB
Psalm 64 To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
- Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
- Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, from the throng of evildoers,
- who whet their tongues like swords, who aim bitter words like arrows,
- shooting from ambush at the blameless, shooting at him suddenly and without fear.
- They hold fast to their evil purpose; they talk of laying snares secretly, thinking, “Who can see them?”
- They search out injustice, saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.” For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep.
- But God shoots his arrow at them; they are wounded suddenly.
- They are brought to ruin, with their own tongues turned against them; all who see them will wag their heads.
- Then all mankind fears; they tell what God has brought about and ponder what he has done.
- Let the righteous one rejoice in the LORD and take refuge in him! Let all the upright in heart exult!
(ESV)