Psalm 64.
To the Chief Musician, the Psalm of David.
Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer.
Preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked, from the insurrection of the
workers of iniquity, who wet their tongue like a sword and bend their bows to shoot
their arrows even bitter words, that they may shoot in secret at the
perfect.
Suddenly do they shoot at him and fear not.
They encourage themselves in an evil matter.
They commune of laying snares privately.
They say, Who shall see them?
They search out iniquities.
They accomplish a diligent search.
Both the inward thought of every one of them and the heart is deep.
But God shall shoot at them with an arrow.
Suddenly shall they be wounded.
So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves.
All that see them shall flee away.
And all men shall fear and shall declare the work of God.
For they shall wisely consider of his doing.
The righteous shall be glad in the Lord and shall trust in him.
And all the upright in heart shall glory.