1 To the chief musician, a psalm of David.(64:2)Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint: preserve my life from the dread of the enemy.
2 (64:3)Hide me from the secret counsel of evildoers, from the tumultuous assault of the workers of wickedness;
3 (64:4)Who whet their tongue like a sword, who aim with their arrow, the bitter word:
4 (64:5)To shoot in secret at the innocent; suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.
5 (64:6)They encourage themselves in an evil plan; they tell secretly of laying snares: they say, Who will see them?
6 (64:7)They search out iniquities; "We are ready with the carefully searched out device:" and the inward thought and heart of each is deeply hidden.
7 (64:8)But God shooteth at them suddenly his arrow; thence are come their wounds.
8 (64:9)And their own tongues will stumble over themselves: all that look on them will shake their head.
9 (64:10)All men shall fear, and shall declare the deeds of God, and understand his works.
10 (64:11)The righteous shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glorify themselves.