Psalms 64
1 To the chanter a Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint, preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
2 Hide me from the gathering together of the froward, from the heap of wicked doers.
3 Which whet their tongues like a sword, and shoot with venomous words like as with arrows.
4 That they may privy hurt the innocent, and suddenly hit him without any fear.
5 They have devised mischief, and communed among themselves, how they may lay snares: tush (say they) Who shall see them?
6 They imagine wickedness, and keep it secret among themselves, every man in the deep of his heart.
7 But God shall suddenly shoot with an arrow, that they shall be wounded.
8 Yea their own tongues shall make them fall, in so much that who so seeth them, shall laugh them to scorn.
9 And all men that see it, shall say: this hath God done, for they shall perceive that it is his work.
10 The righteous shall rejoice in the LORD, and put his trust in him: and all they that are true of heart, shall be glad thereof.