Psalms
(Of the Director; a psalm of David’s.)
64 God, hear my voice in my anxiety;
you are to protect me from the dread of an enemy,
2 To screen me from a coterie of malefactors,
from an aggregation of villains,
3 Who have sharpened their tongues like swords,
have drawn their arrows, bitter matter,
4 To shoot from behind a blind at a steady man,
shoot him suddenly and not be seen,
5 Strengthen their position in a bad business,
recite directions for hiding traps;
They say “who sees them,
6 searches out their foul play?”
But the searching of them is done,
each man’s bosom is searched, and a deep heart,
7 And God shoots an arrow at them,
suddenly come their wounds,
8 And they make him stumble;
against them is their tongue;
Everybody that has the sight of them will make off,
10 A right-doer will rejoice in Jehovah and take refuge in him, and all who are of straightforward heart will boast.