Psalm
To the director. A melody of David.
64 Hear, O God, my voice in my concern.+
From the dreadfulness of the enemy may you safeguard my life.+
2 May you conceal me from the confidential talk of evildoers,+
From the tumult of practicers of hurtfulness,+
3 Who have sharpened their tongue just like a sword,+
Who have aimed their arrow, bitter speech,+
4 To shoot from concealed places at someone blameless.+
All of a sudden they shoot at him and do not fear.+
6 They keep searching out unrighteous things;+
They have hidden a shrewd device well searched out,+
And the inward part of each one, even [his] heart, is deep.+
7 But God will shoot at them with an arrow suddenly.+
Wounds have resulted to them,+
8 And they cause one to stumble.+
[But] their tongue is against their own selves.+
All those looking upon them will shake their head,+
9 And all earthling men will become afraid;+
And they will tell of the activity of God,+
And they will certainly have insight into his work.+