Chapter 64
- Hide Me from the Wicked 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!